[Â Ib's breath hitched at the words. ]
“Ah.. I’m.. sorry.””But I don’t think we’ve met.”
[ Ib wanted to cry. How could Garry forget all they have been through? Had she given him evidence that that was real, would he have remembered her? Her chest began to hurt in an unfamiliar way, something that even despite her age now, she couldn't think of a word to explain it. Pain? No. Something... Much different. ]
Ah. Alright... I'm sorry for hugging you out of the blue.Â
[ Ib looked distraught, trying to hold back the tears she could feel welling up. They promised to eat macaroons together when they escaped the gallery... ]
I'm up for a walk if you don't mind all that much.
[ Ib didn't want to be a hindrance to him any longer. He'd already saved her life multiple times, like the time where Mary went crazy and tried to stab her with the palette knife... He didn't owe her anything. All Ib could do was stare helplessly up at Garry and pretend everything is okay. ]
[ Ib hesitantly extended her arm out to meet Garry's hand with her own. Can I make him remember me? Ib doubted it, but it was worth a shot. She heard that the garden club was planting roses this time of year. Maybe... That'll trigger something. At least she hoped it would. She doesn't want to hide this from Garry forever, especially after acting out of impulse like she did before. ]
Uh... If yo..u don't mind... I always wanted to see Tancho's garden. Maybe that's where we can begin walking?
[ Ib mustered all her strength to smile for Garry. She had to brighten the mood before she went insane, bringing out sobs that could make rivers. ]