A/N: This is my first story, so I hope you enjoy!
Reviews and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated!
"Eh?"
Ib blinked as she stared at the large painting before her, her tiny head tilted to the side. What had she been doing? She shook her head, causing her coffee brown hair to swish. She should get to mama and papa, they were probably looking for her. Ib spun away from the colorful painting and walked toward the staircase. Paintings and sculptures passed her by, all of which she had seen before. She was nearing the staircase, when an unusual painting caught her eye. She abruptly stopped, nearly tripping herself. Ib oddly hadn't seen it before, and was curious why she hadn't. She warily walked up to the painting, for some reason she was drawn to it. It was a picture of a young man on the floor, his back up against the wall. He wore a long tattered coat, which was over a faded green shirt. His messy hair was a pale lavender. The man's eyes were closed, which she thought to also be lavender. Vibrant blue petals littered the ground that he slept on. He held a withering blue rose loosely in his hands. Ib couldn't help but continue to stare at the painting, as if she actually knew the man. Her heart ached, and she felt sorrowful. Tears welled in her crimson eyes, and she was terribly confused as to why. She subconsciously reached in her skirt pocket, her light skinned hand searching her her treasured handkerchief. Instead of feeling the smooth lace, Ib felt the plastic of a candy wrapper. She pulled it out, and came face to face with a somewhat familiar lemon candy. How did that get into her pocket? She looked back up at the painting, she felt they were.. connected. She slowly reached out her hand to touch the painting, strangely feeling the need to. Her fingers almost made contact with the painting, little did she know that it would restore her memories. "Ib!" Someone called for her.
Ib froze at hearing her name. She turned her head to face the staircase that was nearby. Her mother walked out of it, a slight frown on her face. "Where have you been? We've been looking for you!" Her mother scolded as she walked up to Ib, a mixture of anger and relief in her face. Ib retracted her hand from the painted that she had been achingly close to touching.
"Sorry." Ib mumbled as she faced her parent. She clutched the sides of her red skirt, hoping that her mama wouldn't be too mad.
"Oh Ib, that's alright. I'm just glad your safe." Her mother soothed as she gently hugged her daughter. Ib tightly hugged her back, as if she hadn't seen her in a long time.
"Now, shall we head back to the car? Your mother is parched, and maybe we can go to the cafe." She asked Ib after pulling away from the hug.
Ib brightened up at the word cafe. "Sure!" She squeaked with excitement. Her mother smiled warmly and she turned to the staircase, walking in that direction. Ib happily skipped behind her, but stopped once her mother was down the stairs. She turned to face the odd painting, catching the name that was labeled on the bottom.
Forgotten Portrait
A/N: So! I hope you enjoyed my story. It is a bit short, but future chapters will be longer. I'll probably update every week at the least, so you shouldn't wait long.
Again, reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated.