Tap Tap. The sound of footsteps headed down the stone path. It was a sunny day, and at least a year after it happened...That fatal day in the art gallery. She couldn't remember much, it was still all a blur, but her sister. She didn't seem to remember anything.

It was a typical family day out. Ib, Marry and their parents. However; they where going to pass the museum where it all happened. Tap tap tap. Ib almost rushed past the museum as she remembered something horrible happened there, but what she couldn't remember.

Mary giggled as she skipped past the museum, acting as though nothing happened, also acting like she doesn't remember a thing, considering she was the reason Ib left behind something very important back in that world...

Ib stopped dead in her steps. She watched as she watched a male walk into the gallery. There he was, in her eyes anyway. No one else saw what she was looking at. Ib started to run, fast. She ran into the gallery and the doors slammed shut behind her.

'He loves me...' A blue petal flew past Ib's face. 'He loves me not...' Another one followed shortly after. Ib stepped further into the gallery, she was alone once again, just like that day. Ib looked around before she opened a door, staring in horror at the lifeless male on the ground, surrounded by blue petals.

Ib looked around the room, heading over to the male before she looked ahead. There she was. Mary. Plucking blue petals from a blue rose, repeating her little game. Ib clutched her head as she collapsed down to her knees, the memories of everything that unfolded that day flooding back to her.

She felt a hand on her cheek, warm. She looked at the person in front of her. His eyes stared into hers, the very being that meant more to her than anything. Garry. He smiled towards her, stroking her cheek and whipping away the tears that fell from her eyes.

She lent closer and closer, attempting to get what she had dreamed of for years, from a stranger she didn't remember, but she knew he was important to her. She needed him. Closer and closer until something covered her mouth.

A creepy doll had gripped her tightly as Mary had gripped Garry. Ib tried desperately to escape the dolls hands as she watched the male get dragged away from her. She tried to scream out for him, she tried to reach out for him, but could only watch as he was dragged further and further away from her into a painting.

"Ib!" A voice called as Ib's eyes flew open, looking around, her parents where standing beside her, the other side was Mary. Ib panted a little, nothing but a dream is what she thought, until she looked up. She was standing inside the gallery. Staring at a picture. 'The sleeping man'.

Ib reached out and touched it, not caring about the rules. She let a tear escape as she knew it was a dream, but she remembered everything that happened that day. She began to wonder if he was still alive, if his rose petal's grew back. Is he in limbo? Was he reborn? Do people remember him that knew him before this?

Ib gripped her chest as her heart beat grew painful. She stared at the painting. It hurt, but she didn't care. She missed him. She wanted him. No. She needed him. That was it, she headed down the gallery to where she found the big painting, but the room was no longer there. Ib didn't give up, her parents followed her, trying to figure out what she was doing. Mary however; knew, and had to do something before Ib found another way in to save the male that Mary made sure Ib left behind...

Author Note: This was something i wrote a while ago actually, completely forgot about it xD I'm not sure whether to do a sequel or not though, You'd have to let me know! :D