Oz's eyes widened, and for the slightest amount of time Gilbert thought he saw the light return to those beautiful, beautiful eyes.
But in just as short an amount of time the light disappeared, and Oz's eyes went dark again.
"Thank you...Gil." Oz turned to face the wall again.
Gilbert felt his heart shatter into a million pieces—not because he'd expected Oz to return his feelings, but because he couldn't help his dearest friend, not even from revealing his deepest secret.
And he felt the hopelessness swallow him whole.
"Thank you so much...Gil." Oz gazed at his servant over his shoulder, his eyes flickering with despair and just a hint of that corrupted determination.
"Tell everyone it wasn't their fault, okay?"
It happened fast.
It happened too fast.
It happened so fast that Gilbert couldn't move.
And all at once, Gilbert lost everything.
Gilbert lost his best friend, his master, his beloved, to a puddle of blood seeping out of a self-inflicted knife wound.
The older male—the alive one—fell to his knees.
And this time, he did scream.
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Don't Open Your Eyes (PandoraHearts)
FanfictionIn canon, Oz wakes up the morning after his uncle Oscar's death feeling terrible...but I ask you, what if he never woke up at all? More summary info inside. Originally posted on fanfiction.net.
