Promise of Reunion
Prologue - Tea, macarons and weird warnings
It's been about two years since the last exhibition of the deceased and popular artist Guertena. After having gone through so much suffering, that day, Mary was able to escape to the real world, but without her "little sister", Ib. So much time has passed, so many people, so many worlds and alternate realities she could experience, but this has been an alone time, the cause of her weeping dawns that much worried "her" parents. If she knew she would leave Ib alone in the middle of that horrible place, she would have changed that ending. She would have made a different choice. Maybe everything would be better if she had never been born? "No," she cried, pushing these negative thoughts from her head. If she had done something horrible, she would have to pay her mistake with her own hands. Since Mary left the gallery, she dedicated herself to doing everything Ib had planned for her future. Ib was still very young then, but Mary was determined that it would fulfill with the wills left by Ib. Among them, something that Ib herself said before taking Mary to the real world was that she could never forget that Garry one day was part of her history. Just thinking of his name, a shiver ran through the spine of Mary. It's not like she hated him, but would never be able to forgive someone who condemned both, someone who has done so badly to her. However, she did understand the suffering of the lonely Garry, because she understood as well as he what In meant in both their lives. Would it still be possible to see her once again...?
The girl's thoughts were cut off when she heard her name being called by a thick voice. He had finally arrived. How much longer he wanted her to wait? If it wasn't for the bonds of fate and past that bound them, Mary would never find herself sitting at the same table with him, enjoying one - tell by the way - good lemongrass tea accompanied by macarons of different colours. "Good afternoon," he said, hastily, still panting from running. Mary threw a delicate sneer sight, that for luck or for lack of attention, went unnoticed by Garry. The typical encounters of Tuesdays were always silent, a few words were exchanged and they would always end buying some macarons and tea to not to miss the trip. In particular, Mary had noticed the change in appearance of the man sitting in front of her: At the time of the exhibition back then, he was slightly slimmer (not that now was fat, had just won some muscles) and he didn't dress anymore with those "beggar clothes" (according to the description of the girl), though his hair and tired eyes have remained the same. Mary was also suspected to speak, her long blond hair was cut and now formed small curls below her shoulders. She also had exchanged the traditional green dress envisioned by Guertena for a school uniform composed of a red and white plaid skirt and a white blouse with their school emblem sewn into a pocket close to her chest.
She thought that this would be one more typical Tuesday meeting, but something really caught the attention of both. "Everyone, come all!" One young man, dressed as a clown passed through the streets, calling attention. As soon as he found the gaze of Mary, he approached the girl. "Hello young lady! Please pick up a flyer! And you too, sir!". He also handed a pamphlet to Garry. "I bet you two will have lots of fun". With this, the clown got away to call more people. As soon as he pulled away, Garry thought of saying something to Mary, but when he looked at her, he realized she was indeed very strange. She was pale, with trembling hands and her face was sketched with an expression of fear and worry. "Garry, that! That!" She stammered "J-J-Juggling". He then looked startled. He hadn't noticed the similarity of the strange clown and picture on the gallery. It was quite a coincidence. But maybe it was a coincidence. Yes, maybe it was just a coincidence. Until he read the paper that said "Great Exhibition of Art - 100 Years of Guertena". He was so scared that he left the paper fall. Garry put his shaky hands on his face. In his head he could only see a single picture: The face of Ib. Garry looked slowly to Mary and felt (for the first time, by the way) sorry for the girl. She was also shocked. She was kneeling on the floor with her hands over her head and crying uncontrollably. As soon as their gaze met, they knew what to do: Go after Ib
Note: I hate writing chapters so short like that, Jesus-fucking-Christ. But since it's a prologue I believe we can get through it. Still ugh short chapters make me sick. Oh well. See you all in neeext chapter!