To be honest, I hated the colour red.

It was too fierce, too uncontrolled. It reminded me of carnage and fires; needless deaths and a deep, searing flame. Such an ugly colour it was, with such an ugly look to it.

How could anyone like such a bloodlust tint?

Well, to be fair, my favourite colour was pink, and my clothes reflected that; but it wasn't that bloody colour. It was sweet, it was simple, and it was an overall good colour. It may be closely related to red, but it was certainly the exact opposite of it. And that's what I liked best about it.

Really, any other colour was good to me; just so long as it wasn't … red.

About this story: I'm kind of taking my liberties as a fan fiction author here, and completely messing around with some of the topics here.
Ciel's my favourite character, and I honestly want to express her in a way that shows how she changed through the years.

I'm not completely sure if I'm going to take this story from here to the events of MMZ or further, but I'm thinking of it.

This is going to be the only Author's Note within the whole story, unless there's a good reason. It's turning a bit lengthy, so I think I'll stop here.

Thanks for your time, and I wish anyone who reads this (and anyone else, too) a great week. u_u/