Valentine's Day
Roses.
Those were the clichéd flowers that everyone gave to their beloved, especially on that one blasted day. A young girl of age fifteen stomped her way across the park towards a tree where she not so gently placed her bag on the grass.
There were petals scattered all over the place. The usual green scenery of the establishment was now covered by colorful petals from different flowers but the most dominant color was red. This, for some reasons unknown to the world, irritated the young girl even further.
Laughter and chatter were floating in the air. There were quite a number of teenaged girls giggling over the boys who gave flowers and chocolates to them. Couples were scattered all over the place. It was quite romantic, really. Everyone was in such a good mood if it weren't for the fact that the young girl named Ib was busy sulking underneath the huge tree.
She took out a novel that she didn't have a chance to finish before but she couldn't resist observing her surroundings.
Her ruby red eyes gazed across the grounds and focused on the fallen petals.
A shiver ran down her spine. She saw a distant memory at the back of her mind, something that made her feel cold in the middle of a warm sunny day.
"What was it?" Ib muttered to herself when she felt the wind blow against her short soft brown hair, and she lied on her back and closed her eyes.
She tried to grasp the memories that were eluding her. Ever since she left the art gallery when she was nine, there were some memories that would prickle her mind but she would always forget.
Sometimes she would remember through her dreams but she would forget again once she wakes up. It was frustrating her. She always felt like she was forgetting something important.
After a few moments, she was lulled into sleep by the warm sun and the refreshing breeze. Strange scenes filtered through her mind.
She dreamed of a guy with purple hair that covered his face lying on the floor. She went near him and he woke up when she gave him the strange blue rose she was holding.
He was staring at her with intense purple eyes. And she felt perfectly safe with him.
In the next moment, they were running away together from the vicious portraits and headless statues chasing after them. They reached a dark empty corridor.
And the scenery suddenly changed. The both of them were in a gray room filled with bookshelves. A heavy and worn out but comfortable coat was on her.
He gave her a lemon flavored candy, she dreamed.
The next scene was unlike the earlier ones. She was alone in a dark room filled with childish scribbles, and dolls and headless statues. There were red petals scattered all over the place and her body felt heavy.
A little blond girl with blue eyes was laughing at her.
The scene changed once again and now she was with the mysterious purple guy once again. His hands were bleeding, but she gave him her red handkerchief to tie up his wounds.
"Thank you, Ib,"
She woke up suddenly; her eyes were wide open but unseeing. She must have been there in the park for hours since the sun was setting already.
The sunset painted the scenery with red, not contrasting to the color of her eyes. One she shook herself out of her stupor; she stared at the reddish sky outlined by the leaves on the tree she was lying under.
She thought she heard something. It must've been the breeze that whispered to her. Or maybe she was just dreaming once again. But no, she felt they weren't just dreams.
"Memories, they were memories," she muttered to herself as she covered her eyes with her right hand.
It was getting late she realized, and she decided she did not want to see what happens to couples at night especially since it was "Happy Hearts Day". And she was once again back to her sour mood.
She sat up and started to gather her things that she scattered around earlier. She noticed someone near her.
And there he was. The guy from her dreams, the one from her memories.
He was standing there in front of her with a small smile on his face and his cheeks were dusted with a slight blush. The lighting made him look so unreal, or maybe it was just her because she didn't expect him to be there.
His purple eyes were familiar and they stared at her red ones with recognition in them. They were exactly the same intense eyes in her dreams.
She blinked. And when he didn't disappear, emotions ran all over her.
A smile started to spread on her face, and she softly said the name that she has forgotten for six year but she knew from her heart.
"Garry."
He too smiled widely when he knew that Ib remembered him.
He had a bouquet of red and blue roses in his right hand. He slowly walked towards her and offered the flowers.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Ib," He greeted her cheerfully.
"I don't think that's the appropriate greeting," She replied as she accepted the roses and tried to wipe the pesky tears that escaped from her eyes with her sleeves. She looked at him intently.
"Really? But it's Valentine's Day, isn't it?" He laughed sheepishly as he scratched his head.
"Yes, but "it's nice to see you again" would be the right thing to say," She smiled up at him, because even though she grew up, he was still taller than her.
"I guess you're right. We promised, didn't we?" He gently said the words and she remembered that exact moment when we first met in the real world.
She hugged him like there was no tomorrow, burrowing her head into his chest.
"Yes, we did,"
