Loves me, Loves me not.
Ib and Garry were still wondering about the mysterious place filled with artworks that walk and have minds. They ended up looking at some books. Ib found something that said,
'The women here like to play loves me, Loves me not.'
Garry read it and thought nothing of it. He was leaving to go elsewhere when he noticed that Ib wasn't following.
"Ib?" Garry questioned.
No answer.
"Are you ok?"
No answer.
He then realised that Ib was staring at the words. She felt like she was possessed. She couldn't control her hand. She dropped the book and took out her Rose.
"Ib...?" Garry was terrified. Where is Ib? This girl before him...isn't Ib.
"Loves me..." Ib said. Garry looked confused then saw that she plucked a petal off her rose.
"IB!" He grabbed the rose off of her. He didn't want to hurt her.
She stared at him. Then looked at the ground. She picked something up. When Garry saw what she was holding, he went Pale.
"Ib...please...don't!" He pleaded but she must of been a victim to the book.
"Loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not..." Said the girl.
"LOVES ME!" she squealed. She stopped.
"What was I doing? Garry?" Ib looked around and gasped. Garry was asleep. "Whew! He's sleeping. Wait..."
Ib looked down and screamed when she realised what she had done. All around her were Blue petals. In her hand, a stem.
Silence fell. She looked at Garry. She put her hand on his face. It was cold. He is sleeping...right? She tucked his jacket around him so it was like a blanket. Laid next to him and said:
"Garry...let's wake up in the morning...ok? Then everything will be all right..." And with that, she fell asleep beside him, covered in Red rose petals.