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I should of never left him
Your name is IB, and you are currently nine years old. You're not that good when it comes to words, but you are still learning one by one.
You currently have returned to the real world after..quite the adventure through the art museum your parents took you to for the day.
Though you still have nightmares from those events...you can't help but constantly remember the male who helped you through your journey back home.
[ Indie Ib blog from the ending "Forgotten Portrait" ]
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a-young-blue-rose started following you
Strange...just at the sight of this boy did he resemble the older male she had gone through the muesum with....though he seemed smaller.
Younger, even. Heck, he looked to practically be her own age.
"Uhm..would your name happen to be Garry...?"
As you ask this with a hint of hesitation do you reach and hand out politely.
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agnus-jactura started following you
You find yourself just staring at his figure for the longest time. That expression of complete shock plastered all over your face. Last you saw him he was practically dead...or as the painting you saw of him, asleep.
But...you couldn't believe what you were seeing right now. Could it....could it really be him? Eyes beading with bits of tears do you stagger forward, a hand out as your fingertips gently brush against the side of his ragged coat.
It's soft material feeling exactly how it did the night he wrapped you in it when you were having your nightmare. And then... apart of you truly knew that it was him.
You have no idea how...but it was him.
"G...."
You can hardly sputter out a word. Your eyes were filling to the brim with tears as you just threw yourself out at the taller male. Arms tightly wrapping around him, never wanting to let go.
"GARRY....!"
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"Yeeeee...."
"Haawww"
((ooc; I have to, okay? ))
“YEEHAW!”
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’ Don’t lose your flower, Ib ‘
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