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Ciel Phantomhive: Sometimes, it was hard to figure Ciel out. Rumours have been floating around that Ciel didn't love you. Foolishly, you believed them.

You found Ciel in his study. He was reading some papers.

"Um, Ciel?" you asked.

"Yes?" he replied, looking up. 

You took a deep breath. "I'm breaking up with you."

"What? Why?"

"You don't love me, Ciel. I know that." You fumbled with your hands. "And I don't want to be with someone who doesn't love me."

"You've been listening to the rumours, haven't you? It's not true! I love you! I know sometimes I don't show it but I do love you," Ciel said desperately. 

Sebastian Michaelis: You walked around the Phantomhive manor. You overheard a conversation and couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"Now that the case is done, what are you going to do?" a voice you recognized to be Ciel said.

"About what?" Sebastian's voice said.

"Y/N."

"I think I'll let her down easy."

You entered the room. "About what?"

Sebastian turned to you and sighed. "Y/N, I never really loved you. I had to find information from you as I knew you had useful information about the killer."

You turned around and left, but not before throwing Sebastian a one-finger salute. 

"So much for letting her down easily," Ciel remarked.

 Alois Trancy: Alois was going through another mood swing. 

"Alois, are you okay?" you asked carefully.

"Shut up."

"I'll uh, take that as a 'no'," you mumbled. 

"I said 'shut up'!" Alois yelled, glaring at you.

"God, what climbed up your ass and died?"

Alois whirled around and slapped you in the face.

Your hand jumped up to your cheek. "What the hell!?"

"Leave me," he spat.

"Gladly."

Claude Faustus: "I never loved you, feeble human," Claude droned.

The heavy weight of his words hit you. It was so obvious, the way he never seemed to care about you or the way he looked at you. Not with love, but with . . . nothing in his eyes.

"Okay," was all you could say.

He nodded and left.

O . . . kay.

Undertaker: Undertaker was so absorbed in his work, he wasn't paying any attention to you. He always brushed you off and he didn't even sleep sometimes.

"Adrian," you said.

"Hmm?" he said, eyes still on his work.

"Adrian!"

"What?" He finally looked up.

"You need to relax. You're way overworked."

"And who are you to tell me what to do?" he asked, annoyed.

"This isn't healthy, Adrian."

"You know what isn't healthy? You nagging at me!" Undertaker snapped.

That was it. "Well, if you don't want me nagging you, I'll leave!"

"Fine!"

You stormed out of the room before you could see the regretful look on his face.

William T. Spears: I have no idea what to put for him.