I'm sooo sorry for not updating! I've been very busy, (And a little lazy) so pair that with some writers block and you have what's been going on in my head! This chapter was a little bit rushed, because I didn't quite know how to make it fit... its also a bit short... UGH.

I'm most likely going to go back and redo some of the chapters and make 'em better, so look out for that! Okay, Okay, sorry to keep you waiting!

I do not own Ib. I wish did though. But I'd probably butcher it. Probably's an overstatement. I would butcher it.

As Ib and Garry walked down the hall, hand in hand, they started to pass a room. Garry squeezed her hand and stopped.

The room had delicately drawn roses lining the outside and thorny vines covering the doorway.

Ib glanced at it. She immediately recognized it. Though the look was deceiving, it was no doubt Mary's room.

"Ib... You left with Mary, right? And didn't remember the gallery?" Garry asked quietly.
Ib, confused and a little scared, nodded.

"But she was a painting, and I was a human. I died here, and she left... Right?"
Once again, Ib nodded.

Garry scowled at the doorway.

"Ib. I have to do something. Don't... Don't follow me. Go on ahead." Garry walked towards the door. As soon as he approached it, the vines scurried away, leaving the passage open.

"Hey, where the hell-" Bunny stared, but was cut off when the vines closed tightly behind them. Ib looked at it, terrified.

"Gar... Garry!" She cried. She ran to the vines, which obviously didn't open to her. She grabbed one, despite the pain it caused her hand, despite the petal that fell off her rose.

"GARRY!" She screamed, rapidly pulling apart the vines to get to the room. When she finally got the vines out of the way, streams of blood tripped steadily from her fingers. She looked up panting. Her scarlet eyes widened.
Even from all the way from across the room, she could see Garry standing at his painting. Closer to the door, Bunny was ripped in half. Garry held something in his hand, slowly drawing it to the painting.

"GARRY!" Ib screamed. Garry turned around, lighter still light.

"Ib... I told you..." Ib ran to him.

"Garry, what are yo-"

"Ib... If I left with you, I would be just as bad as when Mary left the first time. The cycle would repeat, and it would be my fault."

"Garry, you can't-"

"Ib. I have to."

"Then TAKE ME WITH YOU!" She screamed.
Garry took a step back, eyes widening.

"Ib..."

"Garry, I don't want to be alone!" She sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Ib, I could never-"

"BEING ALONE IS WORSE THAN PAIN! I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN BE ALONE!" She cried.

Garry started trembling, tears watering in his eyes.

"Ib... I... I'm sorry." Shaking heavily, Garry thrust his arm towards the panting.

"NO!" Ib screamed as the portrait burst into flames.
Bits of Garry started to burn away.

"Ib... I love yo-"

Before Garry could finish, the fire stole the smiling man away, creating a small pile of ash next to a lighter.

"No...no..." Ib crumpled to the floor, burying her face in her hands.

Ib...was alone.

Ugh, why must I be so dramatic... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Sorry for the wait.