My name is Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford. I live in a world of fancy falseness and foolery. True ladies are meant to act weak in front of their men, that's what Madame Red taught me. But she is gone, just like her teachings. I've taken my sword and made my mark, in my name, the way I want it to be shown on this world. That weak girl who cared of "nice things" died.
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Elizabeth is the prettiest girl in Kuroshitsuji, in my opinion. She is so beautiful.
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The members of the Midford household have protected England for generations.
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To Pat, the anon who sent me that very...emotional video confessions:
I'm so glad you didn't actually ever go through with it. You seem like a nice person and honestly, you don't deserve to die. No one does, in truth, but society, especially teens, are cruel. I can't make promises about your future, but if you keep your problems on a personal basis, it should be easier to make friends. I know personally if I let people see how broken I am, they stay away. I know its hard, and maybe you've tried, but I'm positive that after awhile of showing people a good side of you, at least one person will be willing to take the bad with the good. I would. I can't be there for you constantly. I'm possibly hundreds of miles away and I'm not always on tumblr anymore, but if you ever wanna talk I'm here.
Thanks for sharing that with me. You're very brave.
Love always, Kelley
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Goodbye
Lizzy stared at the woman lying in her arms. "Ricky." The older blond had been shot, in the wrong place at the wrong time. Elizabeth stroked her hair, thinking of something- anything to say to make her feel better. The wound was fatal though. That much she knew without even having to examine it. Throat wounds were usually deadly.
"Ricky," she started, refusing to let herself cry right now. Ricky was scared enough as it was, trembling and coughing up blood in huge amounts. It wouldn't be long...
"Relax, sweety. It's ok. You're ok. Just close your eyes and relax." Ricky's gurgling stopped, her chest slowing, pulse fading. "That's it. That's it. Go to sleep."
It wouldn't be until an hour later, when she was alone in Ricky's apartment, the woman who had become her best friend's blood coating her hands, that she would break down. But not before.
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Lizzy I've came back form you did you miss me?' he asked looking at you.
"Ciel." Lizzy stared at her cousin rather blankly. "It's been...ages...literally. I've gotten older and..." she paused, sighing. "I swore you'd died."
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