Ib - Memories Crannies - IntroductionIntroductionMore Like This
Ever since the visit at that gallery there seemed to be something different in her. For one, there had been a lemon candy in her pocket. Considering she hated those, it was very unlikely that she should find one in her pocket. She didn't always hate them; but they now appeared to install a sense of despair in her. Then came the fact that she couldn't look at a rose without watering it and cried if she saw a wilted one; red roses too but especially blue ones. And when she had suddenly had a craving for macaroons, to say that her parents looked at her strangely was the understatement of the year. Among these, were other bizarre happenings: she rapidly grew a fond passion for the outdoors and the sun, which she seemed to think, may disappear; she absolutely hated all crayons and she had a particular disliking for palette knifes. Not that there was much occasion to use one. The Guertena gallery had certainly established a mountain of questions in her mind that
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not...Mary had wonMore Like This
"Now that that's over with, we can play together forever!"
But he's so cold.
Ib shivered and bit her bottom lip.
She stood right in front of the stem of the once beautiful rose. The bluest rose she had ever seen the blue petals had lead her to this room and the rest had been scattered all about the area. Mary had won she had killed him.
She killed Garry.
Why do I keep telling myself he's sleeping ?
When the rose rots you too, will rot.
So Garry isn't sleeping.
Ib tried to hold back her tears as she slowly knelt down to pick up the empty stem. She rushed over to the little vase filled with water in the room, and she dropped it inside. But nothing was happening. Why wasn't anything happening?
"Please Garry " She whimpered, the tears streamed and stained her pale face. He had saved her life in exchange for his and now she was regretting it terribly.
Don't let his protection go