It seemed like any other day. I was coming home to visit my sister, Ib, and our parents took us to see one of my favorite artists, Guerte. I was studying to become an artist and he was my idol. When we got there Ib and I went on ahead, we were just so excited to see the art work While Ib was looking at the comfy white couch I was looking at a painting called the hanged man.
"An eye catcher, isn't it?" someone asked me from behind. When I turned to agree, I forgot how to talk. He was amazingly good looking, short purple hair with long bangs covering his right eye in a very emoish style, a blue ragged trench coat, pale, a lavender color to his eyes, a green shirt, and jeans.
As he stood there waiting for an answer I could only nod my head causing him to smile at me. My cheeks must have been red as a rose, or at least they felt like that to me. I turned back around to look at the painting.
"You're an artist?" I her him ask and looked back at him. "How could you tell?" I asked smiling it was then he pointed to my bag that had the name of my school on it. "I used to go there." He smiled
"So you're an artist yourself?" I asked and he nodded. 'Where has this man been all my life?' I thought as he stood next to me, I studied him. He was here alone so that meant ether no girlfriend or she didn't want to come, he looked maybe two years older than me compared to my 19 year old self, around 6 foot, and did I mention drop dead good looking?
"Oh I never asked your name." he said suddenly. I smiled and held out my hand. "Isabella." I answered and suddenly felt someone wrap their arms around my waist. As I looked over my shoulder Ib was hiding from this man using me as a shield. He smiled and took my hand.
"I'm Garry, and who is this little one?" he asked as he looked down at Ib. "This is my sister Eve, but we mostly just call her Ib." I explained and she peaked her head out to see him. "Hello Ib." he smiled down at her and she smiled back at him. She then looked to me, "Sis I found something that I can't read can you come read it for me?" she asked and I smiled nodding my head.
"Sure Ib." I said and looked back to Garry. "Well it was nice to meet you, Garry." I said and started off with my sister. She pulled me to the biggest painting and I looked at the word. "Fabricated World." I read.
And then the lights went out.
