Darkness surrounded the mirror, not a single drop of light was left on it. He felt alone now; no one was there, not a single drop of the reddened liquid anywhere.

Alone;

He didn't like that word.

Blood;

It haunted his very existence.

He didn't like it

Things were pushing down his existence and wanting it to be crush, as if he were an old glass, being shattered by a bullet. He sighed; his chest was burning, right on the contract. It finally had hit the halfway point.

The stress was going to kill him…

Literately

Oz felt a whimper emerge from his mouth. This wasn't good on his behalf:

Terrible memories that were flooding his mind now…

'Well….in order to make a difference… some people have to die right?' He thought as he clutched his shirt, hoping it would make a difference in decreasing the pain, it didn't. He whimpered again, he felt weak, as if he were a porcelain doll:

Fragile

Breakable

Clear

Easy to read

Easy to change

Oz pulled himself off the ground, he was in the corner, trying to deal with the pain himself, till a voice snapped him back into reality.

He wasn't completely alone, he didn't have to deal with the pain alone, even if he wanted to.

Alice

Break

Emily

Sharon

….Gilbert….

Yes. Gilbert, the one friend of his he could always trust, depend on, and even truly care for.

He didn't know when this started, but then he heard Gilbert pound on the door of the room he was in, he felt his cheeks heat up.

"Young Master….Oz! Oz, Oz are you in here?" He asked as he forcefully knocked the door open, to see Oz, fetal position in the corner. He quickly ran over, embracing Oz in a tight and loving hug. "What happened?" He asked aloud as he stared at Oz, right into his emerald eyes. Oz stared back for a moment, the topaz color showing multiple emotions in one single stare. Oz tilted his head to the right, but Gilbert pulled his face back to stare at him again.

"The…..the contract moved to the halfway point…." He muttered, hiding his face in shame, for not because the contract moved, but for his face was bright red, a shade that would put any tomato to shame. Gilbert sighed.

"It's ok, you'll be alright…."Gilbert whispered as he pulled Oz's face to his chest, his face was heating up as well. 'I want to kill that damn Blood-eyed Rabbit.' He thought as he felt a tear go down his right cheek.

Don't take Oz away from me:

I love to much to deal with a broken heart.