*Ciel's POV*
My eyes fling open and I sit upright in my bed. I can feel my hair plastered against my forehead with sweat. 'Why do I keep having these nightmares? I haven't even been reading Edgar Allen Poe...' I think, breathing heavily. There was a knock at the door, which caused me to jump. "C-Come in..."
   Sebastian entered the room as he usually did every morning. He stopped when he saw my current state. "Are you alright, Young master? Did you have another nightmare?" 

   I nodded, wiping the sweat from my forehead. "This one was different...It was so real... It didn't seem like a dream at all... It was... more like a memory. A flashback, if you will..." I shivered.

Sebastian brought over some fresh clothes for me and started to undress me. "It's a good thing I prepared a calming tea for breakfast."

I sighed. "How is (F/n)? Has she woken up yet?"
Sebastian nodded. "Yes, but I'm afraid she has not come out of her room. I left her breakfast in her room, but she seems to be in a state of, how should I put this, Psychological static."
I look up at him. "What do you mean?"
Sebastian straightened, finished dressing me. "She has not spoken a word, nor has she moved from her position in bed."
I sighed. "I can't believe that my father never told me that I had an uncle. Why would he keep something like that from me?"
Sebastian was silent as he slid my ring onto my finger. I looked up at him. "Did you know about any of this?"
Sebastian smirked a little. "I did hear about a writer who was put into the Lunatic Asylum. I did not think anything of it at the time."
Ciel stood up and stretched. "I will eat breakfast, and then go visit (F/n). Just to make sure she's okay..."

I opened the door to (F/n)'s room and walked inside. Sebastian was right. She was just sitting there in her bed, unmoving. I walked over to the side of her bed and noticed that she still hadn't touched her breakfast. "(F/n). You need to eat something."
Nothing. She didn't even flinch. I walked over to the silver cart and wheeled it over, sitting on the edge of the bed. I placed the plate of food in her lap. "Eat." (F/n) still didn't move. I grabbed her shoulders and lightly shook her. "Snap out of it!"
(F/n) blinked her eyes. "My.... parents.... died..."
I nodded slightly. "Yes... they did..."
A tear ran down her face. "They.... Burned... in the fire..."
"Wait, what?" I asked her, touching her hand, "No... only your mom did... your father... h-he keeled over..."
(F/n) Shook her head. "N-No... they... they burned... in this mansion..."
I blinked my eyes. "W....What?" 'No,' I thought, staring to shake, 'It...it's not possible... She...
Has my memories?!'




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