Lines of tears streamed down his pale white face. Red eyes gazed up at the moon, full of the knowledge that he was breaking. He couldn't let her see him like this. He had always been the strong one, the brave one, the awesome one. How could he bear it - how could she bear it - if he was the weak one?
He stood up and wiped away his tears. He was a strong man; so why was he crying? He was the one who had never needed help from anybody; so why was he screaming for comfort? It was a strange feeling, falling inside the black. He had always been so used to being on the top. As much as he hated to admit it, being helpless was scary.
"Gilbert?"
That voice. The voice that carried so much weight in his heart. The voice of beauty, the voice of pain... why was the voice seeking him out tonight?
He turned towards the voice, a fake grin plastered on his face. "So you've come to seek out his awesomeness, eh?"
But she could see through the facade.
"Gilbert," The brunette walked up to him. She lifted a delicated hand and held it against his cheek. "You were crying, weren't you?"
The albino smirked. "What's gotten into you, Elizabeta? The awesome me does not cry."
Her eyes bored into his. It was almost unnerving for him. He knew that she could see the truth. He was just too proud to admit that she was right.
Elizabeta pulled her hand away from him. "I'm here for you."
A slight pang hit Gilbert in the heart. "Ja," He nodded, trying to make it look casual. "That's fine with me." Even though he wasn't about to admit what he was feeling, her words made him feel better. Even if she was there silently, and even if he didn't fully acknowledge him, she would be there.