It wasn't like he was her knight in armor, yet she always believed whatever he said, always sticking to him, clinging to him. What was she doing wrong? Why couldn't she be loved.
One blue petal feel.
"I only want Eve to myself." Mary danced around, a distorted smile on her face. "If you're willing to sacrifice yourself so much for her, surely you're willing to pay the price, right?"
Two blue petals feel.
"Now, dance little doll. Wither and suffer."
Three petals feel.
It was always him in her eyes. Why did she go with him? What did she do wrong? Wasn't she a good girl? She helped her. She was her best friend. So, why was she so concerned about him?!
Four petals feel.
There were only two petals left on the rose. Garry leaned against the wall, his body becoming numb and uncooperative. With his last will, the man forced a smile on his sweating face. "Don't worry, Eve, I'm just resting here. Go on ahead, I'll be right with you." There was something in his eyes Eve caught, a glitter of remorse. His hand stroked her cheek, his mouth moving with silent words.
Voices whispered around the girl, "He's asleep. He's asleep."
"Garry."
Eve touched her face. It was a marsh of wet flesh. Why were there tears falling from her face? Her heart stung and her hands shook when she looked at the sleeping man.
"Garry."
She shook him and shook him and still there was no answer, only whispers of a sleeping man. Eve cringed, unknowing of what was going on. Her heart cried and her brain yelled to go on. She had no idea what to do.
"I'm sorry, Garry."
The last petals feel.
The next breath never came.
"I'm sorry..."
