Hey guys! This is my second fan fiction and I'm really excited for this. It's starts off a bit slow and depressing, but no worries, it will get interesting...

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They notice her. They hear, her quiet sobs and soft hiccups as she catches her breath within her never ending river, yet no one admits it. Visitors of the gallery come and go, not daring to ask her why she mourns so. So there she sits, the girl in red and white. There she cries, under the golden frames and melancholy colors of a forgotten man. She holds a scarlet rose, so perfect, so beautiful you wouldn't believe it was real.

"She's so strange!" They say.

"Who is that girl?" They question.

"Why that painting?" They wonder.

Yet they never ask, they only walk along, losing themselves in the world of Guertena while the small girl glides across the back of their minds.

A forgotten girl obsessed with a "Forgotten Portrait." Who was he? The man with lavender locks and a jacket of the darkest navy hue. Who was the mysterious man who held a blue rose the color of royals and as perfect as the scarlet flower her mourner had held close forevermore. He wore a face of sorrow, longing. Pleading to be set free in the eyes of the girl who wallowed in self pity and agony. Begging to be released from the Fabricated World to find someone. They'll never know of who, they'll never know why, and they certainly won't know the window through the paintings of this gallery.

As the girl comes everyday and leaves every night, a part of her will always be left with that ocean blue painting of hers. She was always the first one here and the last one gone. The girl named Ib, who always walks away with damp rosy eyes, and three parting words:

"I'm sorry, Garry."