It had been nine years since the incidents at the museum had taken place. I found myself thinking of it often and I thought about Garry, and how lonely I felt after he died in that damned place. I hadn't know it nine years ago, but the crush that I had for Garry, wasn't a crush it was love, or at least it had turned into love. 'He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.' Those words haunted me and had I known that Mary would kill Garry, I would've never let Garry give Mary his rose.

I was looking out my bedroom window, sitting in the window sill, with my knees pulled up to my chest and my chin resting on my knees. It was raining out, and more than anything I just really wanted to see the purple haired boy smiling at me and encouraging me on. I closed my eyes, tomorrow was my birthday and I was seriously considering visiting the museum once more to see the painting of Garry. I started sobbing, I didn't want to just see a painting I wanted to see the real Garry.

My mother had come in to the room "Ib? Your father and I are going ou- what's wrong sweet heart?" I sniffled, and said nothing. I had told my parents of the museum but they brushed it off, saying that I had an overactive imagination. They would never understand the horrors seen by Garry and I, the artwork by geurtena, that came alive, Mary…

"I'm alright mother," I whispered wiping the tears from her face, "I guess I'm a little shocked that tomorrow I turn eighteen, that's all." My mother nodded as if to herself.

"Well is there anything that you would like to do tomorrow for your birthday sweetie?" I shook my head. I would go to the museum alone, I wanted to be alone when I would see the painting of the purple haired man that I fell in love with over all these years. My mother nodded and left after reassuring me that they would do something fun for my birthday. I watched the rain fall, that seemed to be all there was anymore, rain, dullness, no color there was the occasional day when it was just cloudy but the last time I had seen sun shine was when I was nine.

I closed my eyes and after a while fell into a deep sleep. Later the next day, I was awoken by my mother who had told me happy birthday. It was about eight in the morning and the museum was probably just opening. I thanked her and got up and got ready to go to the museum. I went downstairs, and was presented with breakfast.

"Ib have you tried this type of candy? Your mother found a recipe for it the other day and decided to make it for your birthday. Apparently they are called macaroons." I looked down, I promised that I would have macaroons with Garry… I promised him… I promised him… I fought back tears, I didn't want to break her promise.

"Dad I think I'm getting a cavity I should stay away from sweets, my teeth hurt from the sugar." I said coolly, my mother looked at me concerned, but I just shrugged. I sat down at the table, my parents watching, they didn't know what to do. My mother served breakfast to the whole family and they all ate. I excused myself and went outside, where I started walking to the museum. It was only a ten minute walk from my house. When I got to the museum, I just stood there, looking at it, it made me sad, but this is what I wanted. The place looked a lot bigger back then when I was nine, but I was a small little girl.

I walked forward, my heart bidding my feet to faster to see the painting, but the pain of loss telling me to turn back and go home. I kept going, I always wanted to go back into the museum but I hadn't… not since that day, I was so scared, but I had killed Mary so I wouldn't be pulled back in to the fabricated world, right? I place a hand on the door not pushing or pulling it, it was just there, I hesitated and pushed it open, to see a few people standing at the reception desk, It was the same as when I was nine. It made my heart ache to know Garry wasn't here, but I went up to the desk and paid my entry fee. I looked around, apparently some works of Geurtena had been found and put up in the museum. I did see some of the new paintings, but there was a crowd around one. It was a painting of a man in a suit his reddish brown hair was slicked back and he was on one knee, in his hand was another hand, he had a slight smile on his handsome face and his head was bent down and his eyes were closed.

Below the painting were the words, "Rin's Proposal," It was a beautifully drawn and painted picture, so detailed, I would've stayed to look at it more, but I was here on a mission to see Garry's painting. I stopped at the painting on the floor the one I jumped into to enter that awful world, 'Abyss of the Deep'. I moved on. I looked around and I found it. The forgotten painting, it was my Garry trapped in that world forever. Tears started forming and I didn't want people to see so I quickly wiped them away. "I-I love you, Garry," I whispered under my breath so no one could hear me. I wanted to keep his painting bring it with me, something, but I couldn't. I couldn't have anything of Garry, not the real Garry and not the painting. I turned from the painting, it was really hard knowing that that smile in the painting wasn't for me, like it always was when he was alive and we were in the fabricated world… I had to find that painting which led me to come back to the real world.

I wandered through the familiar halls of the museum, and then I found it, 'Fabricated World', my heart started to pound in my chest. If only I could reach in and pull Garry out, if only… I studied the painting once more like my younger self, it was bright and colorful just as it had been when I was nine, I touched the painting, the feeling of the painting smooth. I felt a little feeling of disappointment,

"Oh Garry," I said, as I squeezed my eyes shut, when I opened them again, it was dark. Was I back in the fabricated world? I looked around no one was there, just like the first time, down the hall I heard a cough, the coughing man? Most likely. Sometimes I knew this world better than the real world. I walked toward the sound of the coughing, the coughing painting looked to me he covered his mouth when he coughed.

"Welcome back Ib," the coughing man said, his voice sounded like his nose was stuffed up. I looked around, was I going to have to jump in to 'Abyss of the Deep' again? I really didn't want to go through those horrors again, but if I could find Garry again, it would be worth it. I made my way to 'The Forgotten Painting', only it wasn't there. In its place was a painting of a blue rose with all its petals intact. I closed my eyes, "I'm coming Garry!" I declared. "I know you're out there." I made my way to the painting on the floor, my footsteps were ringing out in the museum, and as I approached 'Abyss of the Deep' I stepped into little puddles, I looked down into the painting, the scary looking fish was moving around in the painting. I hesitated before stepping in and entering the world that would bring me to Garry.