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A young woman was waltzing around a ballroom with a man. He looked about eighteen, and the young woman looked around that age. The man had lavender hair swept to the side. One dark purple curl kept falling out of place. His long coat was a bit frayed at the neck, and he wore a dress shirt with a blue rose tucked into the collar. The girl wore a long dress with a trailing red bottom. The top was plain white. In her brown, long hair she wore a red rose.
They danced and danced to a silent song. The two were both smiling radiantly. Suddenly, the man froze. The girl looked at him, confused. He smiled even more.
"Come with me." The girl followed her partner until the reached a tall tree. Its branches almost appeared to be arms, and the trunk was almost carved to look like a pair of legs. "I've chosen this sculpture to express my "Feelings" in front of." He put his hand behind the sculpture, and pulled out a red rose. He handed it to the girl. She fiddled with it for a moment. She studied it and finally discovered a small silver ring at the center. She gasped when the young man got down on one knee with the rose now in his hand.
"I've known you for a while now." The man smiled. "I've been in love with you for a while now. I would be the happiest man in the world if I could be your husband." The girl said nothing, but was grinning ear to ear and crying silent tears of joy.
"Ib, will you marry me?"
"Yes, Garry, yes!"
Ib woke from her dream where she had fallen asleep the night before: next to Garry on the ground, right beside the bookcases. She stretched, but tried to avoid Garry's body. She didn't want to disturb him. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. He looked handsome.
Ib pulled her half of Garry's coat off of her and got up. Garry stirred slightly and his eyes opened. He smiled. "Morning, Ib." Ib smiled in return.
She helped pull him up and handed him his coat. "Thank you, Ib," he said with a grin. Ib blushed lightly.
"Hey Garry?" Ib asked quite suddenly. "Have you ever thought about who you're gonna marry?"
Garry was taken by surprise with that question. "Well, I don't know. Why? Are you thinking about the man you want to spend your life with?"
Ib blushed harder. "Erm, I guess you could say that. Garry?" Looking around for a moment to make sure Mary wasn't around, she continued. "If we never made it out of here, who would you marry?"
Once again, Ib's question surprised him. However, it wasn't tough. "I don't know why you'd ask that question, but I'd marry you, Ib." Ib suddenly ran into Garry's arms.
"Garry, you're the best friend anyone could have."
Garry smiled and ruffled Ib's hair.
Ib smiled and shed a sorrowful tear.
"Ib, will you marry me?"
"Yes, Garry, yes!"