Yeah so, to be blunt: I LOVE IB! Not only the game but the Ib x Garry paring. This is my first time writing a fanfic for a game, but to me it already had such a great story that I found it super easy. I was going to make a small story out of this, but when I finished this prologue, it turned out to be very sad and depressing (for me) and sounded a lot like an emo oneshot. It made me depressed simply cause I really want Ib and Garry to be together. IDK, maybe I'll write more. I hate depressing stories. And yes, in the story I call Ib 'Eve'. I just like that name a bit more.

So enjoy, comment, critic.

******Disclaimer: I do not own Ib the game or any of the characters. This is for enjoyment, not profit.******

Entry #145

Dear Garry,

Garry, I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. School has been keeping me extra busy. I am in my last year of high school, so I should have expected this. That reminds me, it's already been nine whole years since we met in that nightmarish art exhibit. I can't believe so much time had already past. Garry…I really miss you. And I'm sorry, for everything.

I never would have thought that you'd get stuck in that twisted world. Sometimes I wonder how different my life would have been if we had both made it out. Would I have remembered you? Would you have remembered me? I know for the first two years after the whole incident I didn't remember a thing. In an ironic way, I have to thank those terrifying nightmares for helping me remember you.

I tried to go to the art museum again today. I really did try, but it happened again. I was able to go as far as the entry doors and then my body froze up. I got all cold and started trembling. It's been like this since I first remembered you. I'd try and go see your portrait again only to be stopped at the front doors. I really am sorry. These letters I've been writing in this diary haven't been helping much either. Every day it seems that I forget a little more about you; the curve of your smile, the feel of you patting my head, the sound of your voice, and your eyes. Why can't I remember all of this? All I can recall now is the kindness you showed a scared little nine year old girl, the way you spoke, and the warmth of your hand as it held mine.

You know, I don't think I'd ever be able to any of this to your face, portrait or otherwise. The only way I can express what I feel is on these pieces of paper. It's sad, but I doubt you'll ever be able to read these, even though they're technically letters to you. And it kills me that the one thing I really want to say I can't simply write. I'd have to say it to you, face to face.

I miss you Garry. More than I'm sure you'll ever know.

Your Lonesome Companion,

Eve

Sighing, Eve closed the leather bound diary. Staring at the cover, she saw small dark spot appearing. Passing a finger over the small spots, she could feel that the leather cover was somehow getting wet. Reaching up, Eve touched her fingers to her eyes. Pulling them away, they came back damp with her tears.

"Garry, you idiot…" Clutching the diary of letters close to her chest, Eve cried. She cried until her eyes were red, puffy, and sore.

How could the absence of one person affect her so bad? Why did it hurt so bad to know that they, practically strangers, would never meet again? Even knew why.

It was his kind and gentle ways, how he was always saying thing like 'Don't worry, we'll make it out of here' and asking her 'Are you okay?', how, no matter how scary the situation or how horrible the outcome looked, he was always right next to her. How he traded his Blue Rose for her Red.

"Garry, you idiot," Eve cried again. "I love you…" Those few words hurt so much to say. It was the one thing she couldn't write. The one and only thing she truly wished to tell him.

And yet she never would.

I hoped ya'll liked it...Despite how utterly depressing it was. COMMENT! ('')( '' )('')