Okay, so you're probably going to see this, start reading it, and go "Ugh, I know what happens here, blah blah blah" and skip it. But, then you'll regret it because then you won't understand the next chapter because this ending is awfully different, so don't even. Kthanx!
"Oh, a gift for me? Why thank you!"
Mary gladly took the beautiful blooming rose out of the doll's hand.
"Mary, please give that back to Ib."
"Hmm…"
Mary had a smile on her face, a twisted smile.
"I wonder…"
She stood in front of Ib.
"Do you want this back?"
Ib nodded her head.
"I like red and all, but I like blue better!... Wanna trade Garry's rose?"
Ib's blood ran cold. She hardly spoke, but now was the time to do so.
"No, I don't, Mary. Please… No matter what, you won't get Garry's rose."
Mary's mouth gaped open, and Garry was looking wide-eyed at Ib with the same expression. He wanted to protect Ib with anything.
"Here," he held out his rose to Mary, and she reached for it quickly… But not quick enough.
Ib had snatched the rose right out of his hand, and gave a cold glare towards Garry.
"I said no…" Ib quietly said, fighting back tears.
Mary looked displeased, and with a angry "Humph!" she ran out off the room with Ib's rose.
Ib now looked happily at Garry, handing him his rose. She didn't really expect him to be mad at her.
"IB?! What is wrong with you?! You cannot make decisions like that, and you just made a really bad one! You could die, Ib! Why didn't you let her take my rose?!"
His glare stung through her.
Why would he care so much about Ib's safety?
"Because she despises you…" Ib said, looking at the ground.
"She would've plucked each petal slowly, and watched you suffer. I wouldn't let that happen."
His glare disintegrated.
"Mary… She wouldn't kill me, Garry. Stop worrying about it, please. It makes me sad."
Garry felt as if he was stabbed.
"Ib… You saved me earlier, and now you do it again?"
Ib smiled. "You've saved me a numerous amount of times. It was my turn again."
He forced a smile onto his lips, and grabbed her hand.
"Alright, Ib. Let's proceed on."
It wasn't that obvious to Ib,
but Garry was barely holding back from crying.