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2 years after the Gallery Incident

At this time there was nothing better than silence, a peaceful silence that no one else experienced at home. During this moment Ib stayed home alone as her parents were on a business trip, leaving her to in empty house and with her only friend at the time. The grand piano beckoned her to continue her composing but she didn't feel up to it... Not anymore. She felt lonely every year that passed and school didn't make it any better, not that she tried to find a place in there for herself.

School life was harsh on her, not many people were exactly fond of her odd colored eyes. In fact they freaked out people because they were an unnatural color in this world, not many children had what she had. Not only was it her eyes but it was her behavior, a very silent and mysterious demeanor that 11 year old children weren't expected to have. Yet that's how she was like... Except for her fears, they still haunted her. They threw her easily off course and gave no mercy to her mentality. The memory of the world was fresh in her mind, taunting and playing with her sight wherever she went.

She even swore she saw the blonde haired girl strolling through the halls of the house and that worried her even more. The mere sight of a yellow rose made her want to gag... and anything with blues eyes made her shudder. Some children at school teased her for this because it wasn't normal... in fact it was abnormal.

She was indeed strange.

The only sanctuary she found was her piano and the thoughts of Garry, the only person that cared for her and put their life on the line for her being. She admired him for that because without him she most certainly would've died.

"I'M MARY! I am MARY! Ehehehe.. Ahahahah! I'm MARY I AM MARY!"

There it began again, that voice still rung through her mind like a annoying ring tone. Oh, how she hated that laugh. Though she was extremely saddened by the fact that they had to burn down her other friend. Even if what she was doing was wrong there would've been another way... Right?

She shook her head and looked out the window from the chair she sat on, wondering what Garry could be up to. Unbeknownst to her she was beginning to grow quite fond of him, it was in the form of a childhood infatuation, nothing more and nothing less.

(To Garry)

Garry slouched a desk, concentrated on this one design that had haunted him for a year now. His hand was a blur as he sketched to his heart's delight. He had it for one person in mind, the only person it was personally suited for. A small white dress with red lace rose designs over the chest and flowed down to the back. His hands sore from the continuous strain on his fingers, yet he didn't care. It was practice to him. He knew that he had a future ahead of him but without the small girl pestering him in the back of his mind he wouldn't be able to move ahead. His life was overcrowded with work, school, meetings, and other necessary things. He would try to fill in part time jobs or any small jobs. He needed the money anyways. With what supplies he bought he needed to save up every last penny.

As he took another light pencil stroke he heard someone knocking at the door.

"Who is it?" He asked.

"Just coming by to pick up an order."

An order... I think. Ah yes! A girl wanted that dress for prom. How stupid of me.

Garry stood up and went over to the wardrobe where he kept all his finished works, his finger skimmed over each dress bag until he noticed the one he needed. He pulled it out and rushed back towards the door, tripping on a mannequin body as he went. The man let out a loud squeal as he rolled towards the entrance. His legs splayed on the door as his arms kept the dress close to his chest.

"Are you okay, ?"

"I'm fine! Let me just fix this and..." He reached up for the nod while standing up and opened it.

A teen stood before him with a large smile as she saw the dress, "Thank you once again!" Her brown eyes skimmed the details. Letting out a satisfied laugh he reached out and took the order.

"I hope you find it to your liking, Prom has always been a big thing so I made it a tad bit grander for you."

The girl hopped in excitement and looked at the dress again. It was in a checkered design, white and black, a small diamond opening on the back.

Tears formed around the edges of her eyes as she nodded, "It's perfect." She took out a wallet and began digging through it. Her fingers curled around 4 hundred dollar bills and handed it to Garry. Though he tried to deny it the stubborn girl wouldn't take no for an answer.

"I can see you put your heart in this design... It's okay. Just take it. You deserve it." She said and forced it into his hands. Garry stared at her as she began to leave, "Oh and give your girl my condolences."

He looked at her with questioning eyes before shrugging it off and went back into his room.

"How strange..." He mumbled as he put the bills in his wallet. He took a moment to stare at the design, a small smile stretched across his face.

I'll see you soon, Ib. When I have enough I'll take you to eat as many Macaroons as you wish. Just wait. Okay?