"Be brave... I love you with all of my heart."
You fluttered your eyes open. You still felt Wilford's arm around your waist, so, you slithered your way out. You sat up on the bed and looked down at Wilford. He was sound asleep with his white tie and black shirt still around his chest. You sighed as you looked forward. Your dream literally couldn't get possibly sadder than it already was. Memories, memories, and more memories were mainly what flooded your mind last night. Memories of Dark, Mark, Light, and Google. You remembered all of these memories and when they occurred. Except for one. There was one memory that you didn't remember at all. It was a memory of Dark handing you something. It kind of looked like a shard of glass. It obviously didn't make sense to you. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed before placing your feet on the ground. You walked around the bed quietly and made your way into the bathroom. You closed the door and looked into the mirror. You wanted Dark to come back. You wanted to see him again. So, you wanted to see if the same thing would happen that occurred last night. Dark visited you when you looked into the mirror. You closed your eyes and breathed in. You slowly released your breath before opening your eyes. You nearly cried. All of them. Dark, Light, Google, and Mark were standing behind you. You turned around but didn't see them. You looked back at the mirror to still see them standing there, just smiling at you. 

Suddenly, Dark leaned his hand forward until it touched the glass. You hesitated slightly before placing your hand into the glass mirror too. Dark smiled wider as you smiled back. Then, Dark slammed on the glass mirror with his fist. You moved backwards as you watched the glass fall onto the ground and some in the sink. You looked back up and noticed that there was still a small portion of the glass mirror left where Dark, Light, Google, and Mark still stand. You then noticed Light walking up beside Dark. You just stared with a confused look on your face. Light stopped walking when he was right next to Dark and pointed down. You looked down. All you saw were shards of glass. You looked back up to see Light holding up a specific shard of glass. The shard of glass that Dark gave you in your dream last night. You looked down again and started searching for the shard. Alas, you found it on the ground almost under the sink. You picked it up before standing. You looked back at the mirror to see Dark and Light both backing up to join Mark and Google. The last thing that happened was Dark kissing the palm of his hand and waving to you. The glass portion then broke into thousands of pieces.

 You backed up into the wall and fell to the ground as shards of glass fell to the ground or in the sink. Suddenly, the door burst open. It was Wilford. He looked down at you before looking up at the broken mirror. He looked back down at you with a confused face. "Why?" He asked. You just stay in your position while looking at the mirror. Finally, you were taken out of your daze. "Y/N, answer me." Wilford demanded. You looked up at Wilford to see that his face turned from confused to angry. "Why the hell did you do this?!" He yelled. You just shook your head. "I...I..." You didn't know how to respond. Wilford sighed and turned around. "I'll go get the broom, but I want you to clean it up since you made the mess." He said before exiting the bathroom and going into the living room. You breathed in slowly and breathed out before looking down at your hand. Streams of blood flow down you wrist and arm as you opened your palm. It was the shard of glass that Dark gave you. I must've squeezed too hard. You thought as you kept staring at the piece of glass in your hand. You quickly yanked it out before standing up. You stared at the blood that was all over you. Your hand, your wrist, your arm, and even on little parts of your dress. And of course, there was a little pool of blood on the ground. 

Wilford entered the bathroom again and handed you the broom. He then looked down at you bleeding hand. "What happened to your hand?" He asked while looking up at you. "N-nothing. I am fine." You replied while hiding your arm behind your back. Wilford rolled his eyes and entered one if the cabinets that were underneath the sink. "You are obviously not fine." He mumbled as he pulled out a roll of gauze. He stood straight at placed his hand out in front of you. "Let me see your hand." He demanded. You looked up at him before hesitantly moving your hand out from behind your back and placing it in Wilford's hand. He then unrolled the gauze with his other hand before placing the end of the roll in the palm of your hand. He moved his hand that was holding your hand and placed it on the ends of the gauze. He started to wrap the gauze around your hand. You just stared at him the whole time as he concentrated on wrapping. "You know, it is rude to stare." He said while glancing up at you for a second before continuing to wrap your hand. "Sorry." You mumbled before looking to your left, which was the wall with the broken mirror hanging from it. You waited patiently until Wilford said the words, "finished." You looked down at your hand. It was nicely wrapped. You were still able to move all of your fingers, counting your thumb. The gauze was nice and even and wasn't too tight. You looked up at Wilford and gave him a tiny smile. "Thank you." You stated. "No problem. Once you are done, though, I want you to tell me what happened." Wilford replied while looking up at you. You nodded your head and looked at the ground. 

Wilford suddenly lifted your chin up with his fingers before placing his lips on yours. It was a fine, tender kiss that made you somewhat kiss back. He soon separated and exited the bathroom. You sighed before sweeping up the shards of glass. After you were done, you picked up the trash can that was in the bathroom and placed it on the floor. Before sweeping up the glass pile, you noticed the "important" shard that Dark gave you on the top if the pile. You quickly swiped it off and placed it down next to you before sweeping the pile into the trash can. Once you were done, you picked up the trash can again and placed it in its original spot. You picked up the shard and exited the bathroom to find Wilford sitting on the bed while typing stuff on his phone.You quickly hid the shard behind your back and walked.  As you walked over to him, you felt fear build up. What am I going to say? How am I going to explain the mirror smashing and my hand bleeding? You thought as Wilford looked at you and put his phone down on the bed. You stopped walking when you were about two feet away from him. "Explain." He demanded. You nodded your head before thinking of an answer. "Uh, well, I was in the bathroom, about to brush my hair, until I slipped and fell. I accidently threw the hairbrush that apparently hit the mirror, causing it to break. And when I fell down, my hand hit one of the shards. Make sense?" You said. Wilford nodded his head. You sighed in relief. "Ok, well, I have to go do some "errands". Feel free to watch Netflix on the Tv in the living room. Just don't go in my work room." He stated. "First of all, you don't have a Tv." Before you could finish, Wiford snapped his fingers and said, "Now I do." You just rolled your eyes and continued to speak. "Second of all, where is you work room?" you asked curiously. "The one with the surgical table." He replied. You nodded your head and mumbled, "Ok". Wilford walked over to you and planted a kiss on your cheek. "Don't worry, I shall be back soon." He whispered before turning around and opening the door that led to the hallway. He glanced back at you and waved. You gave him a tiny wave back before he exited the room and closed the door behind him.

 You sighed. You looked down while bringing your hand with the shard of glass in front of you. What do I even do with it? You thought. "Drop it..." You looked behind you. Nobody. What the hell?! You thought. "Just drop it." You turned back around to see nobody. Again. You started breathing heavily. You didn't know whether to be scared, calm, or just drop the stupid piece of glass. You closed your eyes tightly before slowly letting go of the shard. Time seemed to slow down. You reopened your eyes to see the shard falling down, slowly. The shard soon hit the ground. It broke up into four pieces. Time speed up as everything turned black. You could only see the outline of things in a bold black. Like the bed and the doors. Figures that were also painted in a bold black stand around you. Four of them. One in front of you, one to your left, one to your right, and one behind you. Soon, you started to see features on the figure in front of you. The figure walked towards you. You tried to back away, but you were frozen. Once the figure was close to you, you recognized the features. Dark. You looked to your left as to see that it was Light. His wings were out as he approached you. To your right was Google. You recognized him because of the glowing "G" that almost blinded you. And last, but not least, Mark. You turned around to see him, smiling. You turned back around to see Dark, now about an inch away from you. All of them walked up to you as you smiled. You quickly wrapped your arms around Dark. You hugged him tighter than you have hugged anybody else. You separated from the hug and hugged Light, then Google, and lastly, Mark. Once you were done hugging, you turned back around to face Dark. Tears streamed down from your eyes as your beat at a million miles per hour. Dark lifted his hand up and wiped the tear away.

 "I missed you." You said as Darks smile became wider. "I missed you too." He replied. Then, your thoughts came back to you. "How did you make this happen?" You asked. "Magic." Dark whispered. You giggled a little. "I want you back on earth." You suddenly said. Darks smile faded as he placed his hand out in front of you. It had a knife in it. You slowly put your hand on top of the knife and grabbed it. You pulled it towards yourself while looking at Dark, confused. "Your wrist." He said. You then looked down at your wrist. The "W". You nodded your head as you brought your arm up and placed the knife at the corner if the "W". You looked around you for a second. All of them had serious, desperate-to-come back-to-life faces. You then just focused on Dark. He nodded his head once. You knew what that meant. You closed your eyes, breathed in and breathed out, then slit your wrist. You winced in pain as you opened your eyes. Blood dripped down from the wound from your flesh. The "W" stopped glowing a bright pink and started to fade away. You looked back up at Dark to see him smiling. "I knew that you were brave." He whispered. You gave a weak smile. "What did I do?" You asked while placing your hand over your wound. "Well, we can come back to life again. Wilford doesn't have a lot of power anymore." He replied. "How?" You asked. He smiled. "You cut the "W", that "W" stood for the fact that he kind of owned you. And I did too. But he went to extreme courses and drank your blood. And when an alter ego drinks pure blood, they become VERY powerful. But the "W" provided a lot of power to him. But now that you cut it, the power is fading." He informed. "So, I'm free?" You asked. Dark smiled more and nodded his head. You smiled and swung your arms around him. "Thank you." You whispered. He chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Suddenly, the door burst open. And guess who it was. Wilford.