I - G a b r i e l l e

"I'm willing to wait a hundred years for her to wake up."

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Third Person's Point of View

"Sister." The crying boy called out, clutching the hand of her unconscious sister that he now had gotten used to frequent every day.

His small hands clasping the unmoving hand of the owner of the room, currently unmoving.

"Sister, today father and I went to some party held by the king." The kid stated, forcing himself to be cheerful, ignoring the tears falling out of his purple hues obviously didn't have any intentions of letting his sister's hand go. "Some kids and their parents that went there find my name funny because it sounded like that of a girl's. But I still love it, since your the one who gave me this name."

The maids and the head butler eyed the young child with pity as they watch from afar, making sure to not disturb their young master.

"I know I have been saying this every day but, please let me say this omce again." Though hearing no response as expected the boy's grip tightened on his sister's hand, bringing it closer to him and rest his forehead on the back of her hand.  "I'm sorry sister."

"When you wake up, I'll never leave your side, and I won't cause anymore trouble." Despite the cracks and sobs that paused the boy of his words, he continued to speak, paying no heed of the tears that fell from the eyes that had been doing the same thing for the past few days. The maids that are listening outside stopped the tears that threatens to spill from their own as they look at the broken sight of an eight years old boy begging at someone who hasn't done anything but sleep for already two months. "I promise to not be picky of food, I'll eat even the broccoli. I promise to become stronger and protect you."

In between his sniffles and heavy breathing, Gabrielle closed his eyes, hoping that when he opens them, his sister's eyes will do the same.

"I promise to be a good boy. So, please... please don't leave me. Don't leave father and I alone..."

Helianthus looked from the gaps of the half opened door and sighed, the heartbreaking sight of his young master was enough for him to once and for all approach the young child with the thought of comfort. Seeing as those two grew under his surveillance, the sight itself is much disturbing for him than anyone else in the mansion. The middle aged man fixed his composure and took a step forward, to where the pastel pink haired boy inside the room is. He was to reach the door when a hand landing on his shoulder prevented him from doing so.

"Duke." Helianthus bowed after meeting the red hues of the children's father who immediately dismissed the act and proceeded to the room secretly bracing himself at whatever painful sight he is about to encounter.

"Gabrielle..." He called out in as gentle as he could muster, gritting his teeth when Gabrielle faced him with such a broken look etching on his face.

"Father..." The child called out, his voice once again breaking into a sets of sobs that he was trying his best not to let out. "Is sister gonna leave us father?"

Duke Farol didn't say anything, he only looked at his child, probably the last one if Griselle wouldn't make it. The tear stained purple hues of his son looked at his ruby ones searching for any signs of both comfort and hope. With a defeated sigh, he knelt down in beside his seated son, placing a hand on his pink locks ruffling it.

"She'll wake up. Let's hope for it." The stern duke assured. "Now dry those tears. She'll be anxious if she ever awoke to the sight of your defeated face son."

Almost instantly, the young child wiped away his tears and smiled brightly. This time, not forced.

"I'm willing to wait a hundred years for sister to wake up."

Gabrielle beamed, the sincere smile on his lips along with the eased and hopeful smile on the child's face was enough reason for a hopeful smile on the Duke's lips to form.

"Duke." A sudden knock on the door and Helianthus' voice caught both Gabrielle and his father's attention, standing from the uncloser door from before was the said butler who, in the eyes of the Duke and his son looked grumpy than his usual calm demeanour. "The Brinzel family came to visit."

"Ah... I forgot that they'll be coming today." Deadpaned Duke Farol which received a huff from Helianthus.

"I'll go and check the dining room with Helianthus." Farol gently placed a hand on his son's shoulder, giving him a curt nod and patting his son's head. "You go first in my office to greet the guest son."

Gabrielle nod in understanding, his and his father's eyes, glancing over his siters body for the last time before leaving the room along with the owner of a red hues who catch their retreating figure going further away from its reach.

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"Oh my, if it isn't it Young Master Colen." Gabrielle flinched, the mocking tone of the person inside the Duke's office was enough for him to want to hurry and return back in the arms of her beloved sister.

"Greetings Count and Countess Brinzel." Politely, the child bowed, ignoring the mocking smile and envious glare he receives.

'It looks like father is still not around.' He thought, slightly terrified at the possible events that may occur to him in his father's office. 'Otherwise, they'd be acting all 'goody-goody. If what sister often calls it.'

At the thought of his sister, Gabrielle then was put to ease, not too long though.

"What's your nickname? Gabby? or is it Elle?" Chuckled the 10 years old son of the Brinzel, Joey Brinzel.

'Don't let it affect you.' The child reminded to himself. 'Don't put the name of the Colen to shame just by  getting your emotions get the best of you.'

'You know what happened to sister Griselle the last time you did.'

"With a girly face like yours. A girly name suits it well."

"I bet that's exactly why your always protected by the Lady Colen."

At the mention of his sister's name, Gabrielle felt himself snap... and everything around him grew dark.

"Don't you dare drag sister---"

"Yes. I'm always protecting him." A figure leaning on the doorframe of the Duke's office suddenly stated cuts in. Her red eyes shone under the shadow of her white locks and the malice in them, only makes her eyes glow more, the dark smirk on her lips evident as she toy with her hip length silver hair. "You got a problem with that?!"

Gabrielle didn't move or rather, he couldn't. He couldn't say anything either, he just stood there, eyeing the figure with a his wide purple eyes that states surprised and hope. And at the image of the person, tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

"Sister Griselle...?"

He manage to blurt.