A/N: GAH! I haven't uploaded anything in god knows how long. I do apologize for those who are actually following me on FF xD Heres a short angst story for you all to enjoy until I upload something more decent x'D
Gilbert picked up the gun, holding it shakily in his hands. He looked over to the other side of the room, the emptiness glaring back at him. The silence ringing in his ears.
He wanted to switch the light on, hoping that Oz would jump out at him and laugh, that perhaps that blissful smile would shine on his face as he did so. He wanted so much to see his Master's beautiful face just once more before it ended. Yet he knew, he knew that if he switched on the light reality would just come crashing back to him all the more.
The man brought a hand up to his throat, ripping his blood mirror from around his neck and forcefully throwing it onto the floor, the glass smashing into hundreds of tiny pieces. He heard Raven squawking one last time before it was gone and he was rid of the chain forever. Gilbert stamped his foot down again and again onto the glass shards, some of them cutting into his skin. Everything he had sacrificed over those years, all he had gone through, what he had done. It all came down to nothing once again. He had lost that one thing that mattered, that one person. He had lost him again, and now he could do nothing.
He slumped back onto the wall and held the gun up again. Unlocking the safety on it, he brought it up to the side of his head. Gilbert closed his eyes and swallowed. This was it; this was how it was going to end.
...Oz...
And then he pulled the trigger.