Black. That was the word for what he saw of the world. Everything was colorless, boring. Nothing appealed to him, so nothing helped keep it in. Then one day he met a boy. Everywhere the boy went colors followed him. The world that was once black, now a shade of icy blue. The boy fell asleep and no matter how hard he tried he simply could not get the boy to wake up, even after he stopped breathing, the boy would not get up. So the world that was once black and then blue, turned white. But not a colorful white, and empty one.' The empty white was there because he was empty, the boy left him, but he did not want the boy to leave, so he followed him. After all the most powerful thing in all of Twisted Wonderland is true love, right?