Ranma 1/2: "If anda Were Gay"

I sat up in bed.
Without moving an inch, I stared down and onto the endless black spread like a quilt over the land through the crystal clear window. The abyss glared back, unwavering and strange. I turned my head for a moment and looked over at the other side of the bed, where Ciel was hugging a feather pillow. I stared at his chest, which rose and fell with each gentle breath. With motherly adoration, my throat became tight and I worried for him. I then looked straight ahead of me, where a lone closet sat with innocence as the maroon curtains, looking gray, swayed out of the corner of my...

While I stood making breathless noises, the girl's cheeks flushed and she smiled weakly.
"...Your dress is beautiful."
"A-ah..." I lifted me head and my hands immediately clutched the hem of the skirt. "Y-your dress is lovely as well!" I squeezed harder. "Are you... do anda live here?"
She chuckled and looked off and over at the rest of the town, that almost seemed to twist and bend off the edge of the world. She took soft, slow breaths, and her head hung low with the breeze sweeping in.
"No. I am Ciel's saat cousin. Elizabeth Middleford." She extended her hand, which was clothed in a soft cloth...