Author note. I do not own Ib.Fell free to review as you see fit."She's not going." Thoughts reassure her situation. "She's not going?"
"But., Ib, why?" Mary's smile disappears.
"I ... Don't think we should leave..." She pauses, wondering. "Without..."
"Without?" Mary repeats.
"... Him." Ib's finished sentence sticks like a thorn to Mary's palms.
"W... Why now?" It irritated her.
"He's dead." She stands still like a statue, looking at the other girls responsive expression.
"Uh.. Is he really?..." Ib looks away in an attempt to begin heading back.
"Why are you turning around? Even after we got to the exit?" Mary takes one step closer.
"Are you throwing away all of our work, getting here, for a mere chance?"
"ARE YOU?!"
"Mary ... Sorry." Ib runs away from her.
The girl's head fills with rooms which they avoided, ant those rooms fill with hope that he might be there.
"Ib, stop!" Mary's voice delays behind.
The fast pace overlaps with her heartbeat.
She runs, her eyes are trying to catch every detail in the endless corners and paintings. They all blur the next second.
" Garry, where are you?" Ib's voice trails off from, hitting and bouncing off of infinite corridors..
"NO IB!! DONT RUN THAT WAY!!!" A shrill scream pierces the gallery.
Ib got too close. The girl didn't realise it until a black hand violently clawed her shoulder.
"G-garry..."
Terrified she turned to unveil the sight of a hand that didn't belong to anyone, the only lead it had was the wall.
"No! Get away from her!" Mary's wreched screaming echoed.
She could not help, her best friend was pulled into a wall right before her eyes.
Right in front of her Ib was engulfed into the gallery walls that had always surounded her.
