Ib, the Girl in the Rose Garden
The painting looked so familiar to Garry, yet for some reason he couldn’t put his finger on it. His hands fiddled nervously in his pockets, feeling around for that piece of candy he brought along with him until his hand brushed against something silky.
‘...?’
Confused, he pulls the handkerchief out and examines it. In the corner, Ib was embroidered along with a small rose. He blinked, head starting to spin as memories flooded his mind.
Ib? Ib!!
“Oh.. Oh god.. How could I..” He choked on some tears, unwilling to accept the fate of the young girl he had so desperately tried to protect. That girl was right in front of him- in a painting. Mary had escaped before them, and it left them with the tough decision of who would leave, and who would stay. Mary must have assumed Garry would let Ib leave- he was going to! But why- why was he here?!
She had pushed him. Ib had lured Garry over to the painting, giving him a goodbye hug and her handkerchief, only to push him into the painting. It didn’t give him much choice- she had decided.
“Sorry I pushed you Garry.. but I can’t go with you..”
He remembers beating his hand on the glass, trying his best to go back, to trade places with her.. but he couldn’t. And just like that, he watched Ib fade away as he drifted Deep into the Abyss.
His eyes overflowed with tears as he leaned against the painting and caressed her cheek. Ib.. Why? Why would you sacrifice yourself for someone like him..? You had so much to live for..
“ib... I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry...”
