IB Drabble 3

1) His smile

Gary's smile was like something out of heaven in the hell-like place. It did something to the small girl that nothing else in her life did to her. Even though she was scared and didn't know what was happening, even though the world screamed all around her, with him by her side, she found the hard times fun and bearable.

He was always cowering behind her, seemingly scared of everything, not exactly your perfect prince charming. His voice was feminine and his manners quite intact. He always made her smile. His hands always with hers led the way when she was unable.

He wasn't a prince or a hero, but he was smart and kind. Eve wondered why someone like him had to have to go through with this. He's much too nice, she though as he would smile at her, dauntingly protecting her with everything he had. True, as it all was, she didn't need him to protect her, his smile was enough to light the way anywhere.

2) The Last Petals

It wasn't like he was her knight in armor, yet she always believed whatever he said, always sticking to him, clinging to him. What was she doing wrong? Why couldn't she be loved.

One blue petal feel.

“I only want Eve to myself.” Mary danced around, a distorted smile on her face. “If you're willing to sacrifice yourself so much for her, surely you're willing to pay the price, right?”

Two blue petals feel.

“Now, dance little doll. Wither and suffer.”

Three petals feel.

It was always him in her eyes. Why did she go with him? What did she do wrong? Wasn't she a good girl? She helped her. She was her best friend. So, why was she so concerned about him?!

Four petals feel.

There were only two petals left on the rose. Gary leaned against the wall, his body becoming numb and uncooperative. With his last will, the man forced a smile on his sweating face. “Don't worry, Eve, I'm just resting here. Go on ahead, I'll be right with you.” There was something in his eyes Eve caught, a glitter of remorse. His hand stroked her cheek, his mouth moving with silent words.

Voices whispered around the girl, “He's asleep. He's asleep.”

“Gary.”

Eve touched her face. It was a marsh of wet flesh. Why were there tears falling from her face? Her heart stung and her hands shook when she looked at the sleeping man.

“Gary.”

She shook him and shook him and still there was no answer, only whispers of a sleeping man. Eve cringed, unknowing of what was going on. Her heart cried and her brain yelled to go on. She had no idea what to do.

“I'm sorry, Garry.”

The last petals feel.

The next breath never came.

“I'm sorry.....”

3) The Red and Yellow Rose

She liked her from the moment that she had seen her. True, she was a stranger with only a small, red rose in her hand, but she couldn't help but keep watching her every move, wondering if she'd ever have the courage to talk to her.

“Are also stuck here? Then come with us.”

Her worry and sweetness and her way of putting others first made the yellow rose holder cling to her. They clicked. It was something special and she could feel it. She was the only one who could make her laugh like that. The only person that she needed was her, her red, red rose.

“Let's go.”

Why did she hesitate when she was separated from the blue rose? Why did she always look behind her like she was expecting him to come?

“If I had to chose, I'd stay with you, Mary.”

I love you.
I love you too.

Together forever, you and me.