The Forgotten Portrait:
Chapter 3: The Requiem of the Blue Rose
She loves me. She loves me not.
Vibrant blue petals fluttered towards the ground, softly settling onto the floor, swaying in a repetitive rhythm as they fell from the roses in which they were once attached onto, the said beautiful flowers in full bloom, wrapped around the golden frame of a familiar painting—'The Forgotten Portrait'—thorned vines slowly unfurling, the said pictures seemingly coming to life save for the purple haired male that slept in its bed, though light breathing could be heard, chest rising and falling in a slow but rhythmic pattern, deep in slumber.
The sound of soft footsteps echoed through the silence, however much one could perhaps be convinced that it wasn't coming from anywhere.
She loves me. She loves me not.
Petals continued their soft rain, filling the floor with brilliant beautiful blue, the young mans eyes tensing slightly though still closed, seeming disturbed though not really uncomfortable, perhaps more than anything becoming aware of a presence of another. A soft swoosh of long locks of hair… He couldn't help but feel a call to it, stirring him a bit more.
She loves me. She loves me not.
This feeling… so familiar… so comforting… the sound of clothes swishing about. He opened his eyes—a beautiful sapphire blue—blinking a few times.
What was this?
He looked around, searching for the source of what had woken him though found none, making him purse his lips into a frown, his eyes turning towards where he lay rested and blinked, crossing his arms over his chest as he raised a brow at the arrangement and after a moment, the said plants and greenery soon parting fully to give way, the frown soon replaced with an initially hesitant smile before he stepped out of the portrait, uneasily for a moment, easing out before straightening and brushing any dust from his clothing, his gaze trailing from side to opposite side, wondering what it was he heard.
It brought about a strange set of emotions that ranged from sadness and disappointment, fear, awe, happiness and… He blinked, one hand reaching to rest atop his chest. Huh? His heart hurt slightly, eyes softening upon a memory, however strange they may seem to be.
She loves me. She loves me not.
The blue petals scattered about were a slight cause of concern, making him absently reach out for the rose in his pockets to check if it was fine, more out of a lingering habit than anything else, smiling with a hint of relief to see nothing was wrong though now his eyes trailed to the portrait he had come from, having a vague feeling about something although it was yet to be verified… so, as of the moment, he decided it was better that he should head out—head out to search. Though for who or what, he didn't know as of yet.
She loves me. She loves me not.
He walked across the halls, gaze turning about from periphery to periphery, absently scanning the area, as if waiting for something—anything—that may suddenly come his way, passing by several sculptures and artworks, keeping his eyes on them, perhaps warily to a point until something else caught his attention… in the form of a medium sized painting of… her.
She loves me. She loves me not.
She looked more mature than last he'd seen her though not enough to be called an adult just yet, though she was getting there. Already, she had become quite a pretty sight. That he could admit safely to say the least. She'd grown taller, curves slightly more pronounced though artistic in subtlety in her own right, standing there with the same perhaps emotionless—no, that wasn't the right word—perhaps, composed manner as it seemed she was picking up a red rose, a light of a form of some understanding in her eyes though he also saw confusion laced in them whilst she read the inscription on the painting of an eerie woman.
"Eve…"
She loves me. She loves m—…
She came back.
He smiled gently, hand rested on the painting before it slipped back down to his side and then turned to walk off to find her, though perhaps one could ask why there was a rather strange note to that said smile…
A/N: Hope you all have been liking it for the most part. Reviews are appreciated. And I also realize that this fic's title is rather similar to at least one other from a different author. And, for that, I apologize. I'm just no good with giving titles for a story. Oh, and since I forgot to do so in the earlier chapters, standard disclaimer stuff. I own nothing except the idea (which was inspired by the game and a few other fics) and the other random characters that may pop in like the girl with Ib in the first chapter. It's not likely there be new characters in this story though. Maybe if I make a sequel for this story once I'm done, then there would be more OCs.
