The Broken Doll

Ciel was walking on the streets of London along with his butler.  The young boy had just finished another work for the queen, the woman was getting on his nerves as off lately, but there was not much he could do other than follow her order.  After that was done, Sebastian and himself had gone around buying some things that were needed in the manor.  As the boy walked around, he heard a strange and somewhat funny music coming from a place not to far from where he was. 

Curious of what it was, he turned his attention towards it and noticed the circus.  Just the image of one was enough to bring him memories.  It had been around 2 years already.  He couldn’t feel guilty for what he did, but out of all the people he knew in that place.  Probably the least at fault for what happened was Doll.  Someone that he learned to think as a friend in that short period of time “…this is ridiculous” he looked down at the lollipop in his hand and put it in the pocket of his coat.