Blahhh, just a little drabble, because... I was thinking.
And this is what happens when I think: random shit that most likely doesn't make sense and that rambles on for 393 words. Joy.
Er, also, I consider Oz and Alice as a more... friendship-relationship. So no, this is not OzAlice, but if you really want, I guess you can consider it that way. Whatever.
If you can't tell, this is from Oz's perspective. Duh.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts. -_- It's depressing.
Cold
At first, he thought that it would be alright if Alice were gone. She had said herself that she was afraid; she had said she feared herself the most. And if Alice was afraid of her own being, her own entity, then what was he to do? Sit back and do nothing? He couldn't do nothing, because if he did nothing, then Alice would suffer. It would be his fault, and he couldn't let that happen.
If Alice were gone, then Gil wouldn't have to suffer. The link between he and the Blood-Stained Black Rabbit would be severed, and thus he wouldn't be dragged down into the Abyss (again). As much as Gil tried to hide it, he could see the fear in his expression in each second of every day – the fear that the hand on his seal would move further, without warning. Then, he would be gone, with only a whisper left of Oz Vessalius in his friend's memories.
Which one of us will die first? Was a question he found himself asking underneath his breath when he was alone, more often than he liked. And then he would cringe at the thought of Alice – his most precious Alice – being dead (again). He wouldn't be able to stand it if she were to die for a second time.
After much thinking and half-insane conversations with himself, he wondered why he had ever wanted to erase Alice from the world, no matter if she was scared or lonely or even in favor of the idea. He had realized that, even if Alice didn't need him, he needed her. She was his sun – the light in the darkness of the Abyss when he had needed it the most. Without her, he'd be… lonely. And he didn't want to go back to feeling like that again, because he was selfish.
"If you were to say loneliness is like being 'cold'… then I would understand."
All he wanted was to keep Alice here, with him, wherever that may be. He could let himself be selfish, just a little. He didn't know what he would do if she were ever trapped in the Abyss again; who knew how long she could stand being cold?
He would protect Alice with all that he had, because without Alice, there was no light.