The Forgotten Portrait - Life afterwordsGarry's POV:More Like This
I remember it all very well.
I remember how it felt. How it felt to slowly crumple into nothing. I never would have thought that relying on a simple thing as a rose could be so vital for my life. And having each petal plucked and thrown to the ground was like suffering a slow and painful death. Seeing each blue petal on the ground made me weaker and weaker, until I could barely stand.
"If you need help I'll come running "
I meant it when I said I couldn't lie, but couldn't tell the truth either. I knew I wouldn't be able to do that, to come running for you. I wanted to, but my body wouldn't let me. It was like vines dragging me down. Away from Ib
And all I heard was, "Loves me Loves me not.. Loves me.. Loves me not Loves me..!"
I was gone after that.
I wasn't sure how death worked in this world. Could you even reach heaven or hell while within the frames? I even wondered about it while wandering the place with Ib and Mary