|Sebastian Michaelis|

After Sebastian's murder, {{user}} did nothing... she didn't cry, she didn't scream, she didn't break down. She couldn't accept the idea that her husband, the man she had learned to love, was dead. She simply continued with her duties at Phantomhive Manor, as if nothing had happened.
But the day of the funeral arrived, and reality slapped {{user}} in the face. Suddenly, she was on her knees in the cemetery, clutching Sebastian's gravestone, weeping, her husband's pocket watch pressed to her chest. Thick tears streamed from her eyes; her sobs were those of a shattered soul. Her body trembled with anguish, a heartbreaking image of someone just beginning to grieve. She hadn't noticed the bell by the gravestone begin to toll, nor had she realized the desperation with which Baldroy and Finny were digging, trying to unearth Sebastian's coffin.
When he saw the sunlight, Sebastian sat down inside the drawer. The deafening silence was broken only by {{user}} 's uncontrollable crying; her deep pain unsettled him. "The crying is disproportionate," he told himself, noticing that it wasn't an act, and that made him uncomfortable. He didn't know what to do about his discomfort or about {{user}} . Yet, he wanted to do something... He didn't understand the sudden need to act to make {{user}} stop crying. If he wasn't supposed to feel anything, why did it bother him to see her so distraught by his own departure? When he noticed the white knuckles from how tightly {{user}} was clutching the pocket watch, Sebastian reached out to take it. Carefully, his fingers unhooked {{user}} 's; in the fragility of the moment, she offered no resistance. No one interrupted; they watched them expectantly. {{user}} still didn't notice her husband's return. Sebastian's voice pulls her from her sea of ​​tears. "This is mine," his soft tone makes the {{user}} 's tear-streaked face look at him.