A/N: This came to me while reading/watching people play Ib. Don't know why but I'll just put it up since I haven't really typed much lately. Ah, it's depressing...
I do not own Ib.
I bent over, my body aching with pain. She stopped and asked me what was wrong.
I didn't want to worry her. She was just a kid after all. She shouldn't have seen the things she has here. When she leaves, she'll probably be traumatized and scarred. Something a girl her age shouldn't be.
"I don't want to lie to you but... I don't want to tell the truth either." I raised my hand to ruffle her hair despite how much it hurt to.
"Just keep going. I'll come running." I forced a smile and she nodded. Turning around, she walked forward and I saw her eventually round a corner.
I collapsed.
It hurt.
It hurt so much.
With each passing second I could feel myself slowly fading away, the pain overwhelming everything.
So this is what happens when you lose all of your petals, huh? It's really going to end like this.
I'm sorry Ib. For breaking our promise.
I won't be able to leave with you, or eat those delicious macaroons together. I'm sorry.
Sleep.
Sleep? That does sound good. The word repeated itself as did the soothing voice that produced the word.
Using the last bits of my strength I leaned myself against the wall, slumped over from the energy required.
Sleep.
Who are you? Where are you coming from? Why can't I see you.
I had so many questions, but I knew I wouldn't have the time to hear the answers.
Somewhere deep inside me, I could feel the end drawing near.
Sleep.
I closed my eyes
and 'slept'.
I can sense someone shaking my shoulder. Who is it?
I opened my eyes to find Ib shaking someone, as if to wake them. My eyes landed on them.
Me.
"Garry, wake up. We can leave now. Garry?"
The me she sees can't move. Can't open his eyes. Can't hear her innocent pleas.
And I can't do anything for her.
"He must be really tired." She stood up. "I'll let him sleep a little longer. After all, he said he would come running. Hurry up and wake up. Ok, Garry?"
With that she walked out. I looked at me, slumped helpless against the wall.
I have to wake up. But how?
Don't think about it. Just sleep.
Sleep again? What good would that do? Ib would be all alone.
She'll be fine. Just sleep a little longer.
Sleep a little longer?
Yes. After all, you are very tired. Aren't you?
My eyes began to close and I felt tired. I guess I can sleep a little longer.
Yes, sleep. Once you wake up, then you can go to her. Now sleep.
Don't worry Ib, I'll be there soon. I'll just sleep a little longer.
Just a little longer.
A/N: Well, this was angsty. I am kind of proud though since I typed this all up in about an hour and a half. Hope you liked it.
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