The cold, sterile smell of the hospital filled the air as Roxanne sat by Ciel’s side, her fingers gently brushing against his hand.

She had hardly left him since the day the doctors had confirmed the inevitable, that the poison that had been slowly killing him had finally taken hold.

Each breath he took felt like a distant echo in the room, his chest rising and falling weakly, but there was no real life in it.

The man she loved, the man she had vowed to stand by, was now a shadow of the ...