Alright, I have, once again, written another story instead of adding to my current ones. But don't worry, to those who read my other stories, I will get to the others soon.
The coverart I am using I have gotten permission to use from artist hayayon on deviantart.
Anyways this story takes place after you get the ending Memory's Crannies, where Ib and Garry make it out safety but do not remember each other. Though I like to think of it as they those memories have been lost, but they still are there...they just need to be found. Because in this ending of the game when you find Garry looking at the Rose Sculpture, he says looking at it makes him sad...implying that there still might be those memories of him and Ib, but they are just lost/nearly forgotten. And here is the other thing I say, you can have the strong friendship thing in the game...but if Ib doesn't give Garry the hankerchief, you'll get the Memory's Crannies ending.
Well anyways, on to the story!
Ch.1
After the day at the Art Gallery, Ib returned home with we parents. On the way home she thought about the gallery. She didn't really remember much. One moment she entered the gallery and she remembered looking around, but it seemed like everything went so quickly. At one point she was standing in front of a large painting but she didn't remember how she had gotten there. She remembered that it's name was "? World." Ib didn't know what that first word was though. Ib couldn't make any sense of it, but she felt a slight pain in her head when she tried thinking about the gallery.
When Ib and her parents arrived home Ib went to her room and sat down on the bed. She stared at the wall across from her. She kept feeling like she was forfeiting something, but she didn't know what. Ib then thought about that large painting she had stood in front of, though when she thought about it, there was a slight aching feeling in her heart. There was something about that painting that Ib couldn't remember. A tear rolled down her cheek. What was it that she was forgetting? Why was it causing her to be sad? Ib went to bed that night, trying to remember, but she couldn't remember anything.
Over the next few days Ib pretty much stayed in her room. She wanted to find out why she was having trouble remembering the gallery, why her head hurt when she thought of the large painting, or why sometimes her heart ached. Her mother and father were getting worried, so one say Ib's mother came into her room and sat next to her on the bed.
"Ib, I think you need to get some fresh air. How about we go to the Market?" Ib's mother asked.
Ib looked at her mother and smiled at the idea and nodded. They then went out of the house and headed to the Market. Ib started to feel better again once they were outside, the cool outside air seemed to clear her head. Ib relax and stopping thinking about the gallery as the walked. They soon arrived at the Market. The Market was basically an outdoor mall, but would have really rare or unique items, and this market only set up in town one week in a month in the whole year. And it was always busy and full of people.
"It's really crowded today Ib, stay close and hold my hand, ok?" Ib's mother ask as she looked at him.
"Yeah, ok." Ib said quietly as she held onto her mother's hand.
They walked into the Market and started to look around at all the various shops. There were shops that had jewelry, shops that had books, shops that had chocolate, and there even shops that had plush dolls. Ib and her mother soon passed by a shop that made Ib stop in her tracks. Her mother turned around to see why Ib had stopped.
Ib was looking at a shop that had all kinds of flowers and plants, but what had caught Ib's attention was the rainbow display of roses. There was roses of all different colors; white, pink, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and even a few black colored roses.
The ones that Ib looked at the most were the red rose, blue rose, and the yellow rose. Something about seemed familiar...but once again Ib couldn't figure out what it was.
"Oh what beautiful roses, and some have such interesting colors. Do you like them Ib?" Ib's mother asked and Ib nodded in respond.
"Today is a special sale day. it's two for the price of one." The owner of the shop said. "Two beautiful roses for only $1.50."
"Well Ib, would you like to buy some roses?" Ib's mother asked, Ib nodded. "Well pick out the two roses you want then."
Ib picked out a pretty red rose and then handed it to the store owner to place in the special plastic wrap. Then Ib picked out a blue rose and a yellow rose. She kept looking back and forth between them. Both roses felt important but she didn't know which one to pick. But as she looked more at the blue rose, she had the feeling again. Her heart ached slightly, there was something about a blue rose that Ib knew...or at least her heart may have know but not her mind. She placed the yellow rose back into the display and handed the blue rose to be wrapped up. The man then handed Ib the red and blue rose in the plastic wrap. Ib held them tightly against her heart, she felt something bad might happen if she were to lose them.
After Ib's mother paid for the roses they started to head towards home. She walked alongside her mother as they walked. It still was very crowded at the Market and occasionally Ib would slightly bump into someone passing by. Ib didn't pay attention to whom she was bumping into because if she were to turn around and say sorry, that person would have already walked off and would have disappeared into the crows. At one point she bumped into another person, but this time when she bumped into this person, she stopped and turned around. It was only for a few seconds, but she saw the person she had bumped into. She was able to catch a glimpse of his dark blue tattered jacket. Ib had seen him at the at the art gallery, looking at the large rose sculpture. But for those for those few seconds that sadness returned, and that small heart ache. Then the man disappeared into the crowd, Ib could no longer see him. Ib didn't know who he was, she had only seen him briefly at the gallery...but Ib was no longer sure. She couldn't understand why she was like this...ever since that day to the art gallery Ib realized that there was something really, really important that she had forgotten. Ib only wished she could remember what it was.
Well...it's a bit shorter than I thought, but this is where I thought it was good to end it. Please leave a review telling me what you think, reviews are very helpful and give me motivation to write more.
