Piece Three
We are not afraid of time. We are afraid of the events that happen within it. Past or future, we cower from them. We hope never to move from that spot we are safe in, and we hope nothing bad ever happens to us. And yet, we don't bat an eye when we see others in despair or hear of a tragedy. There is no good and there is no bad. There are only events in which we pass through. The feelings we have during those times are irrelevant.
The door was left slightly ajar, not allowing me to see the man who slept so soundly against the wall.
Garry.
I knew that was his name, and I knew him. My sane mind could plainly tell me that I had never met him in my life, but there was an undying feeling of longing in my chest. My thoughts repeating the words-it's him, it's him, it's him!
At some point, I must have crawled back over to the door because I was now watching him as he slept quietly. I had briefly wondered if I could wake him, though it was a nonsensical thought.
He couldn't wake up.
It was impossible.
"Nothing is impossible in the Fabricated World." I had spoken without thinking again. The sentence itself was confusing, as I was sure I had not even known what the name of this place was. I guess I really did know then. It was infuriating though, I couldn't even control my actions, much less my thoughts. Words were spoken that I had not thought, and I could not say what I wanted to.
But all of the frustrations melted away when I drunk in the vision my brain had called Garry. He was a vision, even I knew he wasn't supposed to be there. And there he sat, his chest rising and falling as though nothing had happened.
Wait, what did happen? Wracking my head for any info on that topic came back as a blank.
Against my will, I pushed the door farther and inched forward toward him. My heart beat faster as I came closer to him. The next thing I knew was that I was in front of him.
This time I had full control of my actions. I brushed the hair out of his eyes and leaned forward. My lips had barely brushed his soft cheek when his eyes fluttered open. Unprepared for this, I stumbled backwards, landing oh so gracefully on my bottom.
He looked around, seeming baffled for a moment before he noticed me. I knew I had paled and my eyes were as big as saucers as he set his attention on me. Garry opened and closed his mouth a couple times before finding his voice.
"Ib?" He asked, clearly puzzled, "Is that you?"
I took a deep breath and answered in a small voice, "Y-yea. It's Ib."
"You're...older?" He turned his head, trying to get a better look. Or he was trying to see if what he saw was correct. It was uncomfortable having him look me over like that.
"Um, yes?" Even if I couldn't remember when I met him before, I knew I had to be a young girl. Stupid amnesia, I thought dully.
We did not break eye contact for a long while, until he reached forward to wipe a tear I wasn't aware I had shed. It was then that he drew me into a tight hug and I let everything I had held back for those many years flow freely onto his shirt. I had missed him so much.
Tears ran down my cheeks as I buried my face into his cool chest. I felt him smile into my hair while I was comforted by his mere presence. Being in this place scared me to my very core, though it was familiar and almost felt like it was a second home to me. How could a place so scary be so...the word that comes to mind is "mine." It was quite obvious to me this place was no form of the word, but it made complete sense.
Garry spoke, his voice lulled me into safety.
"It's alright Ib. Everything's okay now."
For some reason, this made me cry harder. It was my fault. I didn't know how, but it was my fault he was here, sleeping. And it was my fault I had forgotten him.
