Clara's POV
"Are you enjoying this, my love?" Ciel asked, his voice gentle as he kept pushing the swing from behind.
"Yes," I said, unable to hide the soft smile tugging at my lips. The air was crisp, the scent of flowers lingering with every sway. For a moment, I felt free—like the world had stopped turning just to let me breathe.
I let myself live in this beautiful moment, wishing it would never end.
Then I felt a shift in weight beside me. Someone had taken the other swing.
It was Ciel.
"What are you doing?" I asked, blinking in surprise.
"Can't let you have all the fun alone, can I, love?" he said with a wink. Then he snapped his fingers, and the wind—obedient to his magic—caught the swings, lifting us higher.
The wind whooshed past my face, making my hair dance as we soared. Higher. Faster. Laughter spilled from my lips as the swing lifted me toward the sky. I hadn't felt this alive in so long.
