Okay, I swear, if I had continued writing this, it would've been up to 5000+ words. And I know how much you guys wouldn't like that so I spared you ^-^;;

Anywhoo, I stopped writing this when I noticed that I had about 3000-4000+ words on it so yeah~ You know you love me :'D

Break got closer and closer to the ball of light. In his mind, he thought that maybe, it was Vivaldi, saying her final farewell to everyone but… His feet instantly slowed down. Because Break himself never believed in such a thing anyway, he would never believed anything like that anyway. It… just wasn't like him. Still, his feet moved forward until they stopped dead in their tracks.

A figure wearing a completely white attire was standing in front of something, or rather kneeling in front of something. Since its back was faced toward him, he couldn't see its face other than the fact that whoever or whatever it was, it had brown hair that reached up to its middle back, maybe even shorter. Break heard mumbling from it. So many questions popped in his head but there was one that was sticking out from the rest.

"Vivaldi?" Oz answered his question.

The apparition stopped its mumbling as its head shot up a bit. Oz took a step forward, almost right next to Break. The figure turned around, facing Break and Oz and everyone else behind them but also revealing something else. A woman was kneeling beside Vivaldi as she laid underneath the timber that fell on her. One look from the woman and Break knew exactly who it was. After all, who else looked like Vivaldi? Other than her own twin sister.

"Vivian…" Gilbert whispered.

Vivian kneeled there, smiling very lightly. She kneeled there, holding Vivaldi's hand. There was a white glow surrounding her. Everyone was nearly shocked and deathly surprised as they stared at her. Sharon felt the tears reach her eye lids but she refused to make them fall. Gilbert stood there, his eyes wide open as he slowly took a step forward. Alice gasped a bit, her mouth wide open, similar to Oz's except he didn't even blink as he stared at her. Break, unlike the others, narrowed his eyes as he stared at Vivaldi on the floor underneath the wood.

"Morning, everyone," Vivian answered.

Vivian slowly stood up, releasing her grip on Vivaldi's hand. Her hand fell down gracefully, almost as if there was a cloud underneath that hand. Break instantly grabbed for his sword. Because he wasn't the type to believe in ghosts, even if it was someone that he knew. Vivian noticed this movement and started to chuckle lightly, stunning Break.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you but…" She looked down at Vivaldi, "She's going to die soon."

"Y-You mean, Vivaldi is still alive?!" Lidia yelled out, making everyone turn to face her.

Vivian nodded calmly. "Yes, of course. I protected her from the fire but you need to get her to a hospital soon."

Vivian bent down again, her blue eyes turning so cold, the warm and nostalgic feeling that surrounded the folks suddenly disappeared. Her hand gently touched Vivaldi's cheek.

"Break," She said without turning to him, "Take Vivaldi to the hospital."

Vivian stood up again, smiling brightly at everyone. Alice, on the other hand, started to walk forward, her hand stretching outwards towards Vivian. Vivian looked at her weirdly. Alice pushed her hand against Vivaldi's dress to see it pass through her so effortlessly. She gasped and continued to put her hands through her, despite the fact that it kept passing through Vivian. She quietly dropped her hands down to her side, letting her bangs fall over her eyes.

"H-How come I can't--"

"Touch me?" Vivaldi questioned, a small line on her face.

Alice nodded silently. Vivian smiled softly at Alice before placing a hand on her shoulder. Though it would've gone through the girl, Alice could feel the warmth in her hand, which caused her to look up.

"Because Vivaldi needed me, unlike a strong girl like you," Vivian said.

Alice narrowed her brows before smirking and crossing her arms against her chest.

"Yeah, that's right!" Alice triumphantly announced.

Oz grinned at Alice's reaction. Gilbert, even though he hated her, couldn't help but to snicker at her. Vivian looked up towards the sky, listening to the birds chirp again and again. She looked at the horizon, watching the sun slowly come up. She slowly dropped her hand from Alice's shoulder.

"I have to go now," She looked at Break, "Take care of her…"

Soon, Vivian started to fade into the background, disappearing into tine air. Time seemed to stand still for all of them as the sun carefully rose from the horizon. Alice took a step back, noticing Break come up from behind. He pushed the timber that was slightly on top of Vivaldi over. It fell, breaking into small pieces as the ash flew up in the air. He bent down and carefully turned Vivaldi over. She fell against his chest. She didn't make any noise as Break picked her up carefully but he noticed one thing: she was still breathing.

Its been two weeks since the horrible fire. With the help of Duke Rufus, they were able to find a temporary home that was located a couple of miles past the city's borderline while the Rainsworth manor was being reconstructed. Lady Shelly was very grateful for the safety of her daughter as Miss Sharon explained to her the previous situation. It seems though that no one knew who or what started the fire. The manor that was just located in the outskirts of the city was surprisingly very old. Lady Shelly told everyone that it has been 3 years since someone last lived there, which meant the maids found themselves cleaning most of the place while the cook's servants dealt with food preparations and alike.

When Break brought Vivaldi to the hospital, she was immediately taken care of (by a doctor that went by Dr. Sinnett.) Right now, though, Vivaldi was sleeping peacefully in the bed of the hospital, wearing a white shirt with knee-long pants. Vivaldi had bandages wrapped around her forehead and all of her left arm. For the first week or so, she had to wear this mask that helped her breath while she laid there unconscious. But right now, all she did was sleep, in a way.

Sharon and the rest, excluding the maids that desperately wanted to visit Vivaldi, often visited her. Sharon would often be found sitting besides her, talking about one of their previous conversations before the fire. As for Oz, he sat on the other side of her, waiting for Miss Sharon to be done, before talking to her a bit and reading some of the books sent by Mercy. Gilbert, on the other hand, didn't want to approach Vivaldi like everyone else but once Oz held his arm and pulled him closer to her, he reluctantly sat down and said a few words to her, feeling himself become lightly as he spoke. Alice though would often be at the end of the bed, arms crossed against her chest, and saying things only she would say (for example: "You better make me meat, Vivaldi! As soon as you're awake, you got that!"). Gilbert would often be yelling at her for saying such careless things but Oz laughed it off because he knew that Alice cared about her.

But Break was very different from the rest. In fact, when the four (including or excluding Oz and Sharon) were talking or fighting, he would be standing near the window in the white room silent. He would be watching them from behind but more so, he would be watching Vivaldi's face, seeing if she'll wake up any time soon. Unlike everyone else, after visiting hours were over, he would be the one who would stay behind.

Right now, Sharon was dusting her dress off as everyone else stood up calmly. She placed the flowers in her hand into the vase and took out the dying flowers and put them in the trash can. Gilbert, followed by Oz and Alice were the first to walk out of the room, going down stairs to the carriage. Break was facing the windows, not bothering to turn to face Miss Sharon. Sharon looked at him from behind.

"Are you staying again?"

After a moment of silence, Sharon took it as a 'yes' and exited the room, leaving Break alone with Vivaldi. He watched from the window Sharon head inside the carriage before it drove off to the manor. He finally turned around and took the chair that was sitting beside Vivaldi. He looked intently at Vivaldi. She wore a peacefully expression, almost as if she wasn't in the fire two weeks before.

The door opened but Break didn't look up. The doctor came him, carrying his usual clipboard and pen attached to it. As a doctor, he wore his usual white robe, black pants and glasses. The doctor, Dr. Sinnett, had black messy hair and looked as if he was in his 20s. Break ignored him as he sat at the other side of Vivaldi, writing something in his papers. Than they were surrounded in a silent, awkward moment.

"You are very loyal," The doctor broke the silence.

"What do you mean?" Break still didn't break his concentration on Vivaldi's face.

The doctor took his glasses off, cleaned them a bit, before folding it against his shirt. He stood up and checked Vivaldi's pulse before nodding to himself and writing some more stuff on his clipboard. Break, annoyed that his question wasn't answered, broke his concentration and looked up to the doctor. He was surprised to find the doctor staring at Vivaldi in such a passionate way, almost fatherly in a way. The doctor caught his eye and shook his head.

"The average human would've woken up in about a week's top if not less when saved from a fire," he said.

"So what?" Break raised a brow at him.

"She should wake up soon." He said as he made his way for the door. "Just a tip, try holding her hand throughout the night."

With that being said, he left, closing the door behind him. Break absently stared at the door, confused about what he just said. "Try holding her hands throughout the night." Break glanced back at Vivaldi's face. Break was not one to do such open, affectionate gestures, especially holding hands with someone but… He found his hand hesitatingly taking Vivaldi's hand and squeezing it softly. Despite the fact that Break felt like it wouldn't work, he felt like it would.

Everything was white. There was nothing in sight, in fact she wasn't even sure if there was a horizon out there. She felt like she's been sleeping for a long time as she opened her eyes to stare beyond the white background. Her body felt stiff and numb as she tried to move at least her legs.

"Vivaldi?"

Vivaldi shot her head up, staring face to face with Vivian, her sister. She looked at her in shock as Vivian smiled back at her expression. Vivaldi reached out and wrapped her arms around her sister, suddenly finding feeling in her arms. Vivian returned the hug.

"Vivian! I missed you so much!" Vivaldi said, releasing her.

"And who wouldn't?" Vivian replied winking at Vivaldi. Vivaldi laughed.

"Does that mean I--" Vivaldi stopped.

"No, of course not, you're just sleeping right now," Vivian put a comfortable hand on her shoulder.

"That's why you need to wake up," Vivaldi looked up again.

"B-But I don't want to! I wanna stay with you, Vivian," Vivaldi looked at her with sadness in her eyes.

Vivian shook her head, taking a hold of her hands. "Don't worry, I'll still be with you, besides there is someone waiting for you."

Before Vivaldi could protest, before she could even reply, before she could even ask, Vivian was suddenly gone in a flash and the white world that she was once in started to flash back and forth, black and white. Her entire body went numb as she fell into the darkness.