~Ib's Pov~
My eyelids fluttered open as I gave a soft groan. I blinked quickly and sat up, looking around. When my vision stopped blurring I sighed, seeing at once where I was. I shouldn't be so surprised in all honestly, this dream has always been the same, although a little different each time, since the day I and Garry left that Gallery.
I had come to nickname it, the gallery that is, Guertena's secret world, and Garry said that it was a very smart and true choice for a name. We didn't often speak of it, it was a unspoken vow. Never speak of what happened. Yet me and Garry became good friends. I see him every Tuesday and Friday, and Saturday, in fact, and we eat macaroons at a cafe each time. We never grow bored of them.
But back on track, every single night, I would have the same dream. I would describe it, but as it is already going on around me, I don't feel the need.
a tall girl slowly came out of the ashy black shadows, skipping slightly as she pranced towards me. Like me, she had aged, which only convinced me she was nothing more than a single dream, after all...paintings can't grow older. Her blonde, cornflower blonde in fact, hair tangled among itself and trailed down her back in a smooth, slightly messy waterfall of artful curls and waves,
her bright luminous blue eyes peered at me through the empty darkness, and I drew into myself. Her eyes where piercing into me, and made me feel exposed to her, which made me uncomfortable. A low, sweet giggle echoed around, vibrating at the invisible walls as she gazed at me, just a foot away now as she stopped, seemingly happy to just eye me.
i was feeling uncomfortable by now, I never had liked to be stared at. The children in my primary school had stared, wary of my glittering crimson eyes, given to me by my mother. They would whisper and mock, and it only got worse once I grew older, till I took to shaping my bangs so they now covered my cursed eyes.
I sighed and spoke, my small, quiet voice wavering in the stillness. "Mary...?" The girl seemed to blink, and tilted her head, closing her eyes briefly before opening them. She bent down to My level, and I drew back slightly. But a strong, yet petite hand grabbed my arm, and stopped me. I looked at her, and froze as she leant forward, her voice echoing softly in my ear as she whispered "I liked your old hair better...you could see those enchanting eyes..."
my eyes widened in surprise, although she wouldn't have seen, and I watched, my mouth slightly open as she giggled and stroked my cheek, her hand cold and smooth. She drew away, and stepped back, smiling, and spoken a normal tone now.
"as much as I'd love to spend more time with you...you have to wake up. But I'll be seeing you, very soon..." Her smile widened and I softly uttered a single name before my vision blackened
"Mary..."