a/n: More angst D: I don't think I'll ever be able to stop writing this stuff... it's too addicting :3

Disclamer: I do not own Pandora Hearts. If I would've I either would have made Elliot not die, or put more angsty!Leo T.T

Twisted.

That's what I am.

That's why I laugh, and smile at my reflection in the mirror, why I can let my heavy heart soar.

Twisted.

What is left for me to be in this life but thus?

It's either twisting or breaking.

Breaking has never a choice.

Never.

Ever…

So I smile.

So what if I do? So what if I laugh at the darkness in this world, eyes glimmering at the wide expanse of despicability.

Who cares if I do so? Who cares that my grin and chuckles mock this world to no end, despising every inch of it.

Every inch that he has left behind.

So what if I pretend? Pretending has always gotten me by.

Everyone does it.

They pretend this world is perfect. That thing's can last.

We know the truth but don't face it.

What loathsome creatures we are.

So I'll laugh.

Maybe it will echo without his presence but I will laugh.

What is it to you?

So what if this smile is nothing but a façade? Nothing more than my only sanity left taking a stand for its host, hiding the fragmented interior.

So what if this laugh is empty.

Empty laugh.

Empty smile.

Empty threat.

Empty heart.

So what if I miss him? Miss him so much I want to scream, and claw against the invisible wall of death, begging for his presence. That I want to rip my heart out and offer it to him, broken as it is.

What is life without him?

There is none.

I am frozen here in this whirling world of the damned, complying to wishes I don't understand. I don't want to understand.

So what if what I see in the mirror is my own reflection? Reflections are always backwards.

We as humans see what we wish to see.

So what if these are tears that have left unsightly tracks down my face, leaving my eyes raw and sore, even as they continue to stream forth.

So what if there is nothing but a bitter sob coming forth from my throat, rather than a laugh, that my mouth resembles nothing of a smile.

If this is how I must live for my pitiful existence, I would much rather not.

I'd rather die. Give my body to the earth, and soul to the skies, and wait and wait and wait….

Are you waiting for me?

And wait. I'll wait forever for you to come. Even if you won't come.

So what if I no longer see the truth?

I'll still wait.

So what if that mirror is becoming as fragmented and broken as my heart, as my soul? So what if my fingers are bloody, and tired and pained.

Disappear.

So what if the pieces lay broken on the floor, crunching unpleasantly beneath my feet, stained scarlet.

So what if I'm as broken as this mirror?

It's better than being twisted.

A/n: It's actually kind of fun writing from Leo's POV.. and just to clarify, yes Leo did break the mirror at the end... I just didn't want to outright say "I scratch at the mirror and break it" yadda yadda -.- it just didn't seem to fit. There are quite a few contradictions in this.. but that was sort of the point. ^.^ if it didn't make sense I'm sorry... Anyhow... if no one has noticed my one-shots all seem to tie in together. I know in a few I mention shattering and breaking, so I wanted to write one about Leo breaking a mirror because he's not happy with what he see's. Also, there will be a companion fic. of sorts that goes with my idea of ' claw[ing] against the invisible wall of death', called 'Glass Walls' .. :3

Reviews? please?