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Thursdays were nothing special in Matthew's eyes. They could even be deemed as the second worst day of the week, first being Fridays. Thursdays were like the very tip of the 1000-meter cliff and Fridays were the jagged, rocky, and bone-crushing bottom. Saturdays had to be the after math of having a majority of limbs in your body shatter on impact. It was like this because every Friday at work, Matthew would witness his coworkers babbling about their weekends, what they'll do or even who they'll do. Then there was Matthew, sitting and nodding along, thinking about an upcoming hockey game on the television or maybe the new soup he had been bold enough to buy.

The blind date hadn't crossed his mind though, but when it did, it brought clarity to the fact that he was more excited to go into work today, rather than the date tomorrow. He loved doing his job everyday, but he was inclined to admit that today was different. He hoped that today Gilbert would call like he promised.

When he woke up, there were no spiteful words to burrow into his head. In their place there was the recent memory of Gilbert's voice, how it could transition into the most lonesome cry for help to a loud a boisterous thunder of narcissism. While brushing his teeth his thoughts poured into Gilbert's words, the explanation of his life and reason for calling.

He wasn't going to commit suicide; he had clarified that after twenty minutes or so into their conversation. Matthew hadn't asked, but he knew Gilbert could tell what he was thinking during that time. No, the man just wanted someone to talk to.

Matthew knew that most people were lonely, it wasn't only him or Gilbert. Still Matthew couldn't explain how or why, but in a way he understood Gilbert's situation. Hopes of helping not only Gilbert, but also maybe himself had found their way into his heart.

The thing with Gilbert and Matthew is that they both are forgotten. Gilbert's boyfriend hadn't contacted him since they had separated (even though Gilbert had groused that he had tried calling and confronting the man) leaving him to be just a memory left to the dust. After that, the only other person Gilbert had any relationship was his brother.

He had mentioned something about two friends he had in elementary school, but he couldn't even remember their names. He just knew one moved to Spain and the other moved to France, leaving him like his ex did. Without reason.

"Matthew Williams," A condemning voice rumbled behind him from his workstation. He almost had his headset on when his boss, Roderick, had commanded his attention.

"Um, Yes sir?" He asked, twirling his chair around to look up at his superior.

The Austrian fixed his glasses, "Have you typed up the data sheet for this month?" He asked mundanely.

The flustered blond leafed through the papers in his suitcase, he had typed the thing the weekend before, but he had forgot to turn it in. He mentally kicked himself, this is the second time his boss had to personally remind him for the data sheet in all his years!

He wasn't a perfectionist, but he hated that forgetful side of him. He handed the paper to Roderick, who snatched it with a grumble and left. Matthew hadn't even noticed the held breath till it came out in a sigh, only to be sucked back in as a frightened gasp.

"Mattie!" Feliciano shouted happily and jumped on his lap, hugging the winded man closely. He pulled back and hopped up to his feet, his smile splitting his face. "Tomorrow is the day! You're still coming right?" His young tone pitched, like he expected Matthew to change his mind and say no.

"Yeah I'm still coming Feli, but I wish you could tell me more about this guy."

Feliciano rested his weight from foot to foot, "Oh thats a relief! Si si...all I can tell you is his name is Gilbert, but that's all I'm telling you!" Feliciano didn't want to admit he had been too preoccupied to ask Ludwig more about his brother. It was hard for him to remember things when Ludwig was around, it's like his whole brain turned into spaghetti!

Gilbert? Thats funny... "Oh that reminds me, I have to get to work as soon as possible. I promised to talk to someone today. Thanks though for the 'secret' information." He smiled politely and watched Feliciano skip away after chirping a 'prego'.

The red light flickered on and his workday began.

The first caller was a young middle school boy who was having trouble with bullies. Matthew's always been sensitive to the mention of bullies; he didn't always have his brother to defend him in high school. Using his own personal experiences, he spoke to the child and aided him through the proper way to deal with the bullies. Going to someone could only make matters worst, but if he showed the other boys that their taunting had no effect, then they would leave him alone. Their whole purpose was to torment until they got a reaction. If the circumstances were physical, he should fight back, and in no way let them hurt him. That lasted for an hour, by the end the boy was blubbering through tears and thanking Matthew greatly. The Canadian felt a fond warmth spread into his chest.

The next caller was a girl, he couldn't tell the age, and nevertheless she revealed to be in college. She explained how her weight was a constant problem in her mind, she felt trapped and there was no escape. Her insecurities were holding all her other thoughts prisoner, Matthew again could relate. So he voiced his thoughts on how she should love herself, take every flaw in her image and use it as strength. Whatever difference she had should make her unique, not ugly. It took some time to convince her that taking her life wouldn't help her or the people around her, but she caved in and accepted the fact that she would only be hurting others. Matthew hoped the girl would eventually learn to accept herself as well. Thats one thing he always hated, not knowing...

The third caller was another girl…when Matthew picked up, a wave of sobs and shrill cries met his ears. "Come on sweetheart, tell me what's wrong." He pled, "Talk to me sweety."

Between the deep gasps for breath, he could make out the words 'Failure', 'Useless', and lastly 'Alone.' She shouted into the receiver, "I took the pills! I took the fucking pills!"

"O-Okay, sweetheart, I'm calling the police now. Where are-" His heart stopped.

The line went dead. He didn't have an address.

In a blend of instinct and fear, he propelled himself to his feet so fast his chair fell to the floor, and ran to the central tracing system. He found his number and checked the recent call, finding the phone number and copying it onto a piece of paper hastily. He grabbed the phone on the wall and dialed 911, his words coming out of him in an anxious rush. "Please just trace the number and send help!" The operating woman complied slowly, "Thanks-Please hurry!"

Roderick and Feliciano, as well as some other coworkers, stood behind him when he hung up. They had come to see what the commotion was about, but with the obvious tear streaks down his cheeks, even Feliciano could tell what had happened.

"She…" he didn't even realize he was crying, "She's going to be okay." He said to himself, then repeating it in a distressed whisper as he moved past everyone and back to his station. Feliciano followed behind, but not as closely as he usually did. He knew that when things like these happen to give Matthew some space.

"Are you alright Matthew? Roderick asked me to tell you that you can leave early if you want." The brunet's brows drew together with worry stranded into his honey eyes.

Matthew took a few long breaths, while the shrieks of the girl resonated in his mind. He closed his eyes and forced his head to shake and decline the offer. This has happened before and going home would only make things worst. He needed to work to take his mind off of everything. He needs to just distract himself; at home he would only be swamped in thoughts of the girl and his own incompetence.

He didn't really hear what Feliciano said afterwards, but he could feel him leave, and for that he was greatful.

It took roughly fifteen minutes of focusing on his breathing and where the air traveled down his body before he could put the headset over his head. "Um M-Mister Williams?" A meek voice sounded quietly beside him.

Lilly Zwingli shyly held out a post it note for him, he looked at the yellow paper and then the girl questioningly before taking it. "A-a man na-named Gilbert was trying to contact you."

Matthew's eyebrows rose, "Oh thanks Lilly." She did a small courtesy and left.

He looked at the digits on the paper and dialed it on his own number pad, his hands lightly shaking. "Ja?" Gilbert's rusty voice buzzed through his headset.

"Hi Gilbert. Its Matthew," He said, his approach to a greeting was withdrawn.

"Oh, hey. I called you like twice and everyone said you were busy,"

He was silent, trying to block out the fresh memories. "I was with some other people who needed help."

"Mm, ja I know. You sound upset, tell me whats wrong." The stranger on the other line sounded genuinely worried, for some unknown reason, Matthew felt guilty. He shouldn't be burdening this man, plus wasn't it his job to listen to people's problems? Compared to so many people he converses with daily, his problems were mere annoyances.

He laughed breathily, "I think that's my line."

"Ja I know, but you sound really upset. Plus I might as well return the favor for helping me yesterday."

Matthew sighed, "I-If you want to know so badly, the reason I couldn't talk before was because I was helping- or trying to- help a girl who had just…" His hand balled into fists.

Useless, terrible, pathetic…

"Mattie? You still there?"

Matthew's eyes flew open, "U-Uh yeah, sorry. As I was saying I was trying to help this girl who tried k-killing herself, but b-before I could even get her a-address…she hung up. I traced the n-number and sent it to the local p-police, but I don't…" He trailed off, a hard lump in his throat constricting the words to flow out.

Loveless, pitiful, sad, lonely, hopeless-

"Hey…You know when I was younger I...had a pet bird." Gilbert started on the other line, forcing Matthew's attention onto the smooth low baritone of his voice. "His name was Gilbird and I took him everywhere with me. It was my younger brother that found the poor thing in our backyard. but it had a broken leg. For three days I fed him and took care of the little thing until it was well enough to land on one foot."

Matthew's little sniffles were the only indication that he was still on the line. The tiny ever-growing smile on his face was the only indication that he was recovering happily.

"One day I couldn't find him. He usually rests in my hair or shoulder, but that day he wasn't even in my house. I remember running outside with my little brother and asking him to help me look, and let me tell you we had cleared a whole one mile radius, but we couldn't find him."

Matthew's breath hitched, his eyes drawing downward, he hoped the story would have a happy ending.

"We never found Gilbird and I never knew what happened to him, but I have a theory," Gilbert's tone lifted to something that made Matthew almost melt. He sounded so happy and confident as he finished, "I think he flew away. Somewhere happy and filled with other Gilbirds and became the ruler of all Gilbirds!" His cackle was contagious and Matthew couldn't help but join in.

He hadn't noticed the tears that sprung into his eyes for the second time that day, but even when he did, he didn't care..