I forgot to write this in the first chapter. Hi! I'm Gothica! A new writer here on this website. I just wanted to say thank you for reading this story so far! Please leave constructive criticism in the reviews (don't be mean. There's a fine line between pointing out a few mistakes and being a downright ass). Please enjoy! I don't know if I'll finish this story but I'll try! Also, English isn't my first language so please keep that in mind. And I'm sorry if the story isn't that great either.
She had been laying on the rickety bench for what seemed like an eternity to her. In fact it had only been two hours. But it felt longer as she was thinking of the days herself and Garry had spent together in this little town. The regular visits to the café that Garry loves. He was so excited to show her the first time they had gone together, at that day it had become her favorite spot as well. It had the prettiest little red roses growing in ceramic pots all along then entrance. Hundreds of little vines each intertwined with each other grew over a wooden archway just above the entrance. They had tables with vases, each having two of the crimson roses in them, set for two right in front of the café. They have gone there so many times that everybody, even the boss of the café, knew them. They had their own little table all for themselves outside by the side of the café. They also had an assortment of macaroons that came in all different flavor and colors. Ib had had tried every one of them while Garry just sat and laughed at her.
And the times they spent at the peaceful library by her high school. Rarely anybody goes there but it is one of their most favorite to spend time with each other. The librarian knew them well and let them do as they please since they were very respectful of the books. Now that Ib thought about it, it was a possibility they had read every book in the library. Even though Garry wouldn't admit it he liked the fairytales despite the supposed love for the ghoulish horror stories that Ib didn't dare attempt to read. They would spend endless hours in there, with her sitting on his lap, her head resting on him as he read the books aloud to her. He sometimes would play with her hair while reading or she would play with his purple strands, whish she secretly adored. And when times she would fall asleep on him accidently he would carry her home, wrapping his jacket which he still owned around her.
Her "friends", Ib didn't really consider anyone but Garry her friend, would constantly tease her about him. Whenever he would wait for her outside the school gate to walk her home or to go to the café and help her study, her friends would tease her about her and Garry being together. They cooed on and on about how handsome he was and how mysterious he seemed in the "emo" garb. The upper class rarely sees those types of people so it was fairly new to them. They teased about how he was a rebellion against her parents and would ask of all the things she did with him. They would follow her up to him where they would flirt with him. They practically threw themselves on him asking him to go dating with them or trying to stir up some sexual reaction from him. He would just chuckle at them and politely turn them down. When they did this Ib always tried not to smile at the stupidity they display for everyone in the public to see. Once out of earshot from them Ib and Garry would laugh and impersonate them, making fun how each of the girls think that Garry would have been in the slightest impressed by their ways.
Ib especially needed Garry around the time when her parents were getting divorced. She couldn't stand being the same house as them during that low point in her life. She shielded herself in her room, trying to drown out the constant arguing and intense fighting that went on. She was completely miserable. They barely noticed her presence in the house anymore as Ib could no longer call it a home. During those days she would scribble down a little note saying how she would spending the night at a friend's house to study or to catch up on some work that they needed to get finished. Instead she spent the nights at Garry's studio, which seemed to be her new home. He would let her take the bed while he slept on the couch. He couldn't stand to see how upset and secluded she was to everybody, so he would spend all his time and money on her just to try to get a smile on her face. He would take her to the most private places in town and show her all the reasons to smile. Since she was more upper class she wasn't really allowed to go to all these places or even socialize outside of school or piano rehearsal. These were the days that Ib felt comfortable to be herself and let herself be free. She even allowed herself to laugh a few times. If it weren't for Garry she knew she would have gone insane a long time ago.
Then there was that day, many years ago that still haunts her to this very day. It would jolt her awake screaming in bed, practically sobbing rivers and having Garry cradle her softly till she calmed down. At random points of the day Garry would start shaking uncontrollably with his eyes widen so much it was though they would pop out of his head. It was at these times that Ib would embrace him and know that they were lucky to get out alive. They never ventured to that museum ever again. They would do everything in their power to avoid it. There was once a school trip that Ib was to attend at the gallery but she stayed home, faking a horrible flu. Nobody but themselves knew what they had gone through, and they wished to keep it that way. There was no way for anybody to believe them. Ib sometimes got the feeling as if Mary was right behind her seeking her revenge. They were never had peace of mind from that day forth. But with each other's help and companionship they continued living their lives as peacefully as they could.
What Ib couldn't understand was how Garry could just forget everything they had did and gone through together. Ib couldn't remember a day in her life where Garry wasn't beside her, cheering her on no matter what. He needed her as much as she needed him, which was what she knew for sure. She just couldn't stand the thought of him just disappearing from her life like that. Just up and vanishing like a ghost disintegrating into the air. Then again why should it matter to her? He should be able to go on and live his won life like any other adult his age. He should have a girlfriend and a good paying job elsewhere. But Ib didn't like the thought of him being around anybody else but herself. She normally wasn't this possessive of anything else but Garry was another story. Ib would sometimes lock herself in her room replaying the days she spent with Garry. At the same time the haunting voices of her friends teasing would repeat over and over and over. At first she wanted to tell Garry about this but decided against as she knew that it would be very awkward between them if she did. And every passing moment she spent with Garry she grew more and more attached to him. It was that one day in the library when herself and Garry were especially close.
It had been a very cold harsh winter and the library's heater had broken. She and Garry had snuggled up against each other as to keep warm. At first it was nothing new for them so they did what they normally did. But this time it was more different. Garry had been reading a romantic fictional story when Ib was somewhat falling asleep on him. Garry's mouth was right beside her cheek they were so close. As he spoke his warm cinnamon breath warmed her cheek up. Ib's eyes flashed open but she stayed frozen on him. A faint blush crept onto her face but Garry seemed not to notice anything. It was then that Ib started to really notice his features. The way his purple locks swept in front of his eyes, hiding them from sight making him mysteriously attractive. The way his collar bones protruded from underneath his faded jungle green tank top which he had on despite the cold. His pale skin seemed to glow under the illuminating light that the lamp beside them gave off. In general, Ib noticed that he was indeed very attractive and handsome. It was then that Garry noticed her staring at him. He turned to look at her, giving her a faint smile. And with that smile Ib's heart was racing a hundred miles a minute, her tinted cheeks turning as crimson as her eyes. She jumped off of him and raced home, saying that she forgot she had some homework to take care of. Garry was very confused but didn't question her on it later on. Ib ran straight to her house and locked herself in her room. She stayed sitting in her bed with her eyes wide all night realizing, she was in love with Garry.
Meanwhile in his studio was a very worried Garry. He had called Ib all morning to see if she was alright. He had no sleep that night as he was feeling guilty about moving away without asking Ib if she was okay with it. He had been replaying the moment last night in his head on repeat. The glass shattering, Ib in a state of shock, her abruptly leaving without so much as a goodbye. And he didn't even chase her. That was what was bothering him the most. He should have chased her. He should have been more thoughtful of her feelings. But at the same time, Garry felt guilty for another reason. He saw it better if he left Ib. If not for him, she would have a better social life. She would have spent more time with other girls her age if it weren't for him. She might even have had the chance to get a boyfriend whom she might even possibly fall in love with. Deep down inside Garry couldn't stand the thought of another man being by her side. Every time he so much as think about it he would be infuriated. A while back he didn't understand why it angered him so much that she should be dating boys her age. For a while he thought that he had grown to be protective of her like an older brother or father would. But as years went on and she got older, he realized, that wasn't the reason. But at the same time while he knew that wasn't the reason he didn't understand what the real reason was. Maybe he just didn't want to see her get hurt. Or maybe he was afraid of what she and her boyfriend might do. Or maybe it was because he was afraid that she would forget about him. He just didn't know. But what he did know was that he had to go find Ib and apologize to her for being so selfish. He racked his brain of all the places she might be when it came to him. There was only one other place in the world where she might be if not with him. And with that he rushed out the door, grabbing his coat on the way out. As he slammed that door shut behind him little did he notice, he had left his phone behind. A few minutes after him leaving there was a call, and it was from Ib.