And-"

By the time you got to the chorus, you were slightly louder.

Ciel was in his room, trying to block out the singing, for it was nostalgic, reminding him of his mother singing before she was killed.

"Bloody hell," the bluenette cursed as he got off the bed and went toward the singing. Odd, it was a girl singing, and it was coming from the kitchen.

Ciel slowly opened the door to spy for a bit. Strange, it was you singing. And even crazier, it was a song he knew.

(I just love Bad Apple)

"Maybe it's dream, maybe nothing else is real

But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel

So I'm tired of all the pain; all the misery inside

And I wish that I could love feeling nothing but the night

You can tell me what to say; you can tell me where to go

But I doubt that I would care and my heart will never know

If I take another move there'll be no more turning back

Because everything will change and it will all fade to black

Will tomorrow ever come? Will I make it through the night?

Will there ever be a place for the broken in the light?

Am I hurting? Am I sad? Should I stay or should I go?

I've forgotten how to tell, did I ever even know?

Can I take another step? I've done everything I can

All the people that I see I will never understand

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