A:N/ This story is based on a You Tube video the creator has allowed me to write. All rights belong to them.
"Garry...Garry hey...why are you sleeping?"
She tugged on his green shirt softly, still getting no reply from the boy. He leaned against the wall, his mop of purple hair covering his eyes. His chin was on his chest, his arms dangling loosely at his sides. His hands lay open upon the ground.
"This is bad...hey...let's go back together!" she pleaded, tears collecting in her red eyes. She shakily clutched the rose stem in her hands, whimpering softly. "Garry...hey..."
With still no movement from him, she let out a sob and wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching him to her. She pressed her face against his soft purple hair, her tears falling onto his cheeks.
Her chest heaved with her uncontrollable sniveling. She could feel the dampness of his skin from her tears as she placed her hand upon his cheek.
"Garry...is it okay if I stay with you forever?" she whispered to him, as if he could answer her. She unwillingly pulled away from him and sat beside him, holding his cold hand.
She took out her red rose, the petals bright and lively. One by one she began to pick off the petals, each time feeling weaker and weaker.
"...loves me not...loves me...loves me not...loves me...loves..." At last she had gotten to the last red petal hanging loosely from the stem. She choked back tears, heart pounding and tears flowing.
"Garry...I'm sorry..." she uttered softly as the petal floated softly to the floor by her feet.
"So, you were here?" her husband asked her with his eyebrows raised. The woman turned around quickly, red eyes wide, not hearing his footsteps approach.
"Dear!" she exclaimed, her cheeks turning red. He smiled and walked up beside her to look over the painting she was admiring.
"This painting really is your favorite, isn't it?"
"It is...I wonder why? This is the first time I'm seeing it. It's as if..."
"Father! Mother!"
"Ah. looks like she's calling. She must have gotten bored. Let's go now. Come Mary!" the woman called with a smile as she walked away with the blonde girl in a pretty green dress. Her blue eyes were bright with excitement.
"Let's go eat, Mother!"
"All right, Mary, let's go."
She looked back over her shoulder once at the painting called "Forgotten Portrait", depicting a young man and young girl together, both holding beautiful roses.
The young man had a mop of messy purple hair, and in his arms was a young girl with long brown hair with bangs across her forehead. She held a blue rose in her hands, and the young man held a red one. They both looked calm.
But the woman couldn't help but feel overwhelming sadness when she looked at it.