Ask-Garry

 Coldness overcame him. Garry had no choice but to lay down as Ib moved forward, a fragment of the very essence of his life snatched away with each time an eerily kind voice would sing. Loves me, Loves me not. Loves me, Loves me not. Of course he heard the voice. Garry listened to each petal of his magic blue rose fall, floating to the ground as his life wilted with the flower. He had once hoped that Ib might have been able to rescue him, but soon he became aware of how fragile his consciousness was becoming and how soon he would slip into darkness. Garry wanted only the best for Ib, the cute, fun little girl he had only met that afternoo