Author's Note: So yeah, I'm a bit fan of the band The Fray so I used two of their songs for my fics. I think it describes perfectly the situation between Ib and Garry. But anyway, reviews are welcome. :)


"You Found Me"

I found God... on the corner of 1st and Amistad

Where the West... was all but won

All alone... smoking his last cigarette

I said, "Where've you been?"... He said, "Ask anything".

I gave the lady my flower. Because you know, it's only polite to give the ladies some flowers even if it's not Valentine's Day or anything.

What? You don't believe me? You think I was just scared of the . . . . . the abnormally moving painting of the lady in blue? I wasn't scared! Really! . . . . .

Okay fine, I was just shocked but just a little bit. . . maybe even spooked.

Fine, I was totally scared out of my mind and I had no choice but to give her my flower. I didn't exactly know where to go next and I had no other options. I was so exhausted and I couldn't run anymore. I couldn't find any exit.

I wanted to shout for help. But who would come?

Where were you... when everything was falling apart.

All my days... were spent by the telephone

It never rang... and all I needed was a call

That never came... to the corner of 1st and Amistad

What's the point of continuing? I was fighting a losing battle anyway.

I didn't know she would pluck the petals of my rose.

Who knew that she likes playing "Loves Me, Loves Me Not"? Who would love a creepy thing like her anyway? I didn't think that the rose was my life line.

I didn't think that the moment she would do that and start playing her stupid game, I'd get hurt. I didn't think so.

I felt it.

I couldn't even begin to describe the pain that I've felt. I don't know how to articulate it, the burning pain that I felt from heart that started to spread to my whole body.

I can't remember exactly but what I do know is that I don't want it to happen again. I couldn't take it and all I remember was falling down to cold carpeted floor.

I found it ironic that I was going to die on the floor colored red like the blood. . . blood? Wait. . I think that was my blood coming from my wounds. And before I succumbed to the darkness that I was feeling, all I saw were the paintings.

The thought that I was going to be alone forever surrounded by the portraits, statues, and madness of Guertena's world made me feel so. . . . . . . . . empty. . . .

Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me

Lying on the floor... surrounded, surrounded

Why'd you have to wait?... Where were you? Where were you?

Just a little late... you found me, you found me

I was surprised when I felt something other than the blankness and the pain. I was swimming in the darkness that I found it a relief that I finally got out of the treacherous waters of my unconsciousness.

I saw the familiar red carpet when I opened my eyes.

Wait a minute, there's something weird going on.

"Mmm. . . What's this? The pain is gone. . . .ah?" My voice was a bit hoarse from disuse.

I couldn't believe it. I was able to breathe again. I looked up and saw a young girl with short brown hair. But the last time I encountered the opposite sex, she took my rose away . .

"What is it now? T-there's nothing left for you to take, I tell you!" I exclaimed as I tried to get away from her.

There was something strange though. She looked as surprised as me, and she doesn't look like one of the creepy things walking around the gallery.

She wasn't in a portrait or anything. She looked normal. In fact, she was pretty cute.

"But. . . . . I'm not going to take anything away from you," The girl softly replied as she gazed into my eyes with her ruby red ones.

And from there I felt a wave of relief of relief. There was someone with me who got stuck in this twisted world.

I wasn't alone anymore.

I wouldn't be wandering the dark with just myself. I had her. I finally had a reason to not give up and fight. Because I knew some way, somehow, that she'd need me as much as I need her to keep on living.

But in the end... everyone ends up alone

Losing her... the only one who's ever known

Who I am... who I'm not and who I wanna be

No way to know... how long she will be next to me

I thought I lost her. I thought I lost her when she fainted.

I . . I thought that I already experienced the most horrifying thing in my life when I faced the rose-stealing portrait of the lady in blue.

I should have known that even if she seemed so strong and brave, she was still a nine year old girl. She was so shocked when she saw a portrait of her parents. She must have missed them so much.

She lost her consciousness when we finally reached a safe corridor.

I was so worried that she wouldn't wake up.

I was so scared that the one person who I finally showed my true self, the one person that I trusted in this nightmare, gone.

I was glad when she finally woke up, but I couldn't shake off the nasty feeling that I had, this fear that we'll soon be separated from each other.

Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me

Lying on the floor... surrounded, surrounded

Why'd you have to wait?... Where were you? Where were you?

Just a little late... you found me, you found me...

It's strange that even though I found myself once again on the floor, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I felt guilty that I had to lie to her, but I knew if I told her the truth she wouldn't leave me alone.

The immense pain came back and I couldn't make sense of the things going on around me but I was strangely fine.

Perhaps it's the fact that I used my life to save another.

I had no regrets about sacrificing myself for her. At least I did something worthwhile with my life. I didn't feel so empty before.

And somehow I knew, I just knew that she would find me once again.