Repeat Of The Past

The return

Ok YOU MUST KNOW THE GAME IB and I'm using the happy ending... if you don't know Ib has more then one ending but it's a little different.
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Ib's pov
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Looking at the painting I must have lost my thoughts... what was I thinking about? Was it important ? I thought as I walk down the corridor and made it to a beautiful rose statue, a man with purple hair stud next to me as I starred, twiddling a fresh red rose in my hand, I went into deep thought, why does this seem so familiar? I questioned as I watched the purpled hair boy sniff a blue rose.... he himself looked familiar, I can't quite put my finger on it but his purple hair with dark purple high lights and his long blue tattered coat, the tan pants with the green tank top.... It was all too familiar, oh come on its on the tip of my tongue.

"Isn't it beautiful," the Boy said
"But for some reasons when I look at it i feel a bit sorrowful." his words hits me as all these horrid memories filled my head, and he, he was their every step of the way.... Garry..... I step back in shock falling on my ass in the process. "oh!! Are you ok Ib!!"
He remembers my name? He helped me up and continued
".... Wait.....what...... Who's Ib?" So he doesn't remember but please... just remember

"I'm Ib, that's my name." I Murmured

"What? That's your name?
Is your name really Ib?"
Really? That's the reason I said it. "That's the strangest thing.... I mean, I don't even know You at all.........it just kind of came out.... how odd."
Garry said looking away with confusion, I sighed making him turn to me, he looked straight at me, Way do I seem taller, in the gallery before I was so small, I was 9 now I seemed taller, I felt older too. "But.... actually...." Garry continued "have we perhaps, met somewhere before?" my eyes sprang up did he really remember!! "My, look at me,asking you such strange things." I looked to the floor thinking that this was unless
"Never mind what I said....well. bye." I guess it is useless, I thought as tears came to my eyes. "What's this?" Garry stopped in his tracks and shuffled through his pocket and pulled out something "a handkerchief?." I walked up to him in shock to see that I was right it was mine....

" That's mine....." please, remember me!

"Oh,.... this is your?" I nodded and pointed to the lettering on it.

"My word, it's true, ' Ib', your names on it but why is it in my pocket?" I bite my lip pleading for his memory to come back.
"Plus theres.. blood on it." Soon his eyes widened like he was just shoot." I was.....wounded. on the hand.......and....a girl gave me her handkerchief.....yes!! This handkerchief was given to me as a gift....it was a gift, from Ib!!! Ib I remember now!" He look like he was almost brought to tears. "We where together back there. how could I've forgotten it was so important!! We stuck together in that bizarre gallery!! Chased by strange statues! And. Mary too! Right! Ib do you remember!?." I was beaming with happiness

"No... I don't !" A smirked as I hugged Garry close. he chuckled and hugged me back...

"Umm... did you grow? You seemed to be taller, like I mean your not even close to being the 9 year old in there....your older,,,, way older" I shrugged my shoulders not knowing what happened.

"But your the same age."

"Ya but what age are you... that's my question." he said squeezing me why does he want to know so much?. "Now remember when I promised those macaroons." he grabbed my hand and we started to walk to the door...

"Wait I need to check something... stay here!" I said walking up stairs. mom... dad. you still here? After I found no signs what so ever I walked backed, Garry looked confused but I didn't say anything I was to busy thinking how I was going to explain this to my parents. I sighed as we walked down the front stairs.