Author note. The story has a mystery, a theory which I developed. If you do not care about it, then just enjoy the story as you see fit.She covered her face, she didn't want to see the same empty place.
"What now?" "What now?" Her terrified voice screamed of guilt.
"What should I do now, that you are gone?"
Pulling on her hair. Her blue eyes filled with tears of despair.
"An accident..." "No, it's my fault..."
"So what do I do now?"
Marry felt a twisting pain in her heart, the feeling of guilt and despair filled her fabricated veins with a mud like liquid. She was disgusted of herself. It felt like a hole inside a stomach, that ached her whole body.
Her small and subtel steps traced back to the spot that she saw Ib last.
To her suprise something sparkled on the floor.
"W-what is this?" Mary lowered herself.
A piece of candy, that was given by Garry, layed on the ground.
"Right... him... If he is alive... I could ..."
"Still escape."
She picked it up and went towards the forgotten doll room.
" It's not over yet, if Garry is alive."
Regardles of her confidence there was still doubt in the corners of Mary's psyche.
Every time those thoughts rose up to mind her pace quickened. Every time they did, every second tormented her.
The doll room has never felt so far away. Within her mind, but unreachable.
Marry reaches the door, gasping for air, she puts the key into the lock.
At turning point the girl falters.
"I'm at a mess, how am I going to explain anything?"
The door creaks revealing a sight, at which the blue-eyed girl wanted to avert her gaze.
He was barely alive. His blue rose had only one petal. Either the man, or the endless torn up dolls made her shiver, cluthing her shoulder.
"G - Garry?" She tries calling out.
This time with more reassurance. "Garry."
The last one, almost a scream. "Garry!"
While keeping her distance Mary steps inside. Trying to find the rose that harnessed his life.
"What if you actually did die?" The girls gaze drifts off from him.
"It's unpolite to stare at the dead." "No he is not dead." With nothing to back up, the blue eyed girl searches.
"What if he lost it?" A voice from the back of her mind questions. "No he's not that careless..." Marry quietly refuses.
The temperature in the room plunges, and guilt begins to torment her again.
Mary arches her back crossing her hands.
"Oh ..." A grin resurfaced. She spot the blue rose, right beside his back.
As if escaping the torture she dives down onto the ground, gently picking it up.
After all that rose marked not only her escape, but also divided the guilt in two.
"I didn't kill Garry... I knew it. " Marry dashed to the nearest vase.
She placed the stem inside, and witnessed the rebirth of his vessel.
"I'm doing it out of guilt." Mary took the rose out, while whispering. She started heading back, her pace was not as quick as before . The doll room appeared in her sight once more, prompting her to put up another pretensive act.
"Garry! How long have you been here?"
Mary's consideration was only answered in silence.
"Why are you silent?" Her thouhgts echoe inside "Your rose is alright so why arent you?"
She heads towards him. Just for a tiny moment his eye opened. But that was all it took for Mary to know he was alive. Any slight movement, no matter how dull was a fact, that Garry was again in this world, confined just like her. Restricted in the gallery, that knew nothing but loneliness.
Even if he was alive he resembeled nothing of it.
Mary took the piece of candy she found out of her pocket, unwraping it, she chroughed near him and placed it to his hand.
"I don't think I have anything else to offer, but if it will make you better..." Her stare was irritated, this was still the same Garry she louthed. With the support of her's she raised his hand towards his mouth, causing a gulp.
With that sound she knew, Ib was deprived of life.