Mary was gone. Who knows when I'd see her again? Never. I knew. Never. Mary was gone. Her rose was taken by a painting woman.
She was beautiful. She was a good friend, who really cared about both me and Garry. And she should've escaped with us. I'm not sure if I want to go on without her…
"I'm fighting for you," Garry whispered.
I looked up at him, my tears had been trying. "G-Garry…" I said, and stared into his eyes. Slowly, we leaned in, and…
Bonked foreheads.
I leaned back, and sighed. Then we both broke out laughing, since we'd just pretty much ruined "a moment".
After a while of laughing, and then some awkward conversation, we left the room.
We walked for a while, but soon enough I began realizing something. "If one of those paintings or something stole Mary's rose, where are all the petals?" I asked.
Garry shrugged. That seemed to really irritate me. "Garry, do you know something? Did something… else… happen, that you aren't telling me for something?"
He shook his head, a little too soon. I stopped walking. "Why are you keeping something from me?" I asked stubbornly.
He sighed, "Ib, I don't know what you're talking about." He said with a straight face. But I knew something was up.
