A/N:
The reason why this story is set 11 years later is because I don't like to write romantic stuff between a 9-year-old and an adult. Makes me feel awkward! I'm okay with reading it, though. I'm weird. c': For some reason I always like to think that he is 23 in the actual game. The prologue is kind of short. The other chapters won't be too long either, since English isn't my mother tongue so it takes a bit more time to write and to check every mistake. This is just something I write for fun. Enjoy!
Garry ran.
Garry ran as fast as he could.
A young couple across the street did the same.
…But least they had brought umbrellas. Garry has forgotten his, and as result of his clumsiness he's soaked to the bone.
Did he even own an umbrella? Garry didn't know. Oh, well. The building in which Ib lived was in sight. Thank goodness.
He stormed inside the apartment complex. The door slammed against the wall, creating a loud noise. Ib's apartment was on the sixth floor. Good thing they have elevators. He made his way to the two iron elevator doors. He noticed that they were both in use, so Garry chose to wait. There was no way he was going to walk up twelve flights of stairs. He was still out of breath because of all the running he did. Just now he realized how hot he was, since it's not raining cold water drops inside, obviously.
That reminded him of that room in the Fabricated World Ib had told him about. How it rained in one of the rooms she and Mary had been in. When he heard about it for the first time, the only thought that went through is head was 'How is that even possible?' …Well, on a second thought, it could be possible with the use of sprinklers. That would be logical. But nothing in that world made sense. He shook his head. Why was he thinking about this? It made him shiver, even after so many years.
The elevators were both still engaged. Garry began to wonder if the elevators worked at all. Perhaps they were broken? Not feeling like waiting any longer, he let out a loud grunt and walked up the stairs. When he arrived at the sixth flight of stairs he decided to run. He wanted to get this over with. 'That's it,' he thought, 'tomorrow I'm joining a gym.' He desperately needs to get back in shape. Or stop smoking. But unfortunately, that isn't an option. He has tried numerous times. Even Ib tried to help him stop smoking, but none of her efforts worked. Old habits die hard.