Kuroshitsuji-club

It was the day of your friend Madame Red's funeral. Madame Red had always looked beautiful, and even more so now. Her pale skin made her beautiful red hair and red lips added a beauty that could only be found in death. You stared at her for a moment longer, envying her, yet feeling lucky about your life. You touched her hand one last time before walking away and making room for other mourners. You silently took your seat and could hear the slight whimper from Elizabeth. You looked up at her face as she looked down on Madame Red. Tears ran down her face and you had to look away at the floor. You thought about how Red had died and about how che