The tea cup seemed to go in slow motion as it as it appeared to plummet to the ground. It then shattered into millions of pieces one by one, littering the ground with tiny white shards of glass. The person who dropped it seemed not to notice it broken as her hands were still in the position as if holding the cup. She was unmoving at the moment as she was still trying to comprehend what she was just told.

"I'm moving in a few days, Ib"

Those words echoed loudly in her head. Bouncing off the walls of her skull again and again but she still didn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. Those crimson eyes of hers were wide in disbelief, her body rigid. She didn't want to believe those words. Deep inside herself, her world was crashing. All thoughts and emotions were shut down. As if her body and head were trying to block out the words as if it was a contagious deadly virus.

Sitting across from her was a very confused Garry. He didn't expect this reaction from her at all. He had hoped that she would just smile at him and say maybe congratulations was all. He hadn't expected her to seem so shocked about the matter. She knew that he had wanted to travel the world and continue his studies elsewhere. It didn't seem that all a surprise that he wanted to go away. But here he was, seeing his friend in a state of shock. He cringed at the loud shatter the tea cup had made when it crashed. But he didn't move to pick it up at all. He just continued to stare at Ib.

"How could you?"

Ib had mutter low under breath so it was barely audible, even to herself. Her body had just started to respond the situation. Her fists were clenched tightly, her fingernails biting into the palm of her hands as her knuckles turned white. Her physique stayed tense but her posture was straight. She desperately wanted to meet his eyes but she couldn't bring herself to. It would only lead to more grief if she saw those beautiful blue eyes. Instead she trained her sight to the uneaten macaroons laying upon on her plate.

"I didn't know it would cause such a surprise to you Ib. I thought you of all people knew how serious I was about getting my degree and traveling."

Garry still couldn't understand why Ib was making such a big deal about it. He couldn't take seeing Ib the way she was right now. It was as if she was upset by something but Garry just couldn't understand what about. He stayed calm but his eyes started to show a little worry in them. Why was she so tense? Why wouldn't she even look at him?

"Ib…."

She couldn't take this anymore. She felt as if all the air was being sucked out of the room as she could barely breathe. Her brain was pounding hard against her skull, which was causing her to have some sort of a migraine. She suddenly stood up, still not looking at him at all. Instead she walked slowly in a very composed like manner to the door, grabbing her coat hanging in the hallway on the way out. She stood, her back facing him and her hand firmly grabbing the knob.

"Congratulations. I hope you will find want you want elsewhere."

She stated this loudly in a very monotone voice. With that she swung the door open gently and walked out, not bothering to close the door behind her.

Garry was still sitting in his seat, trying to understand what had just happened. He definitely hadn't expected this at all. He was hoping she would be her normal calm self and just smile at him. He felt horrible now. His insides were regretting calling her here to tell her the news. He sighed loudly then looked at the mess on the floor. Then he stood up slowly, shaking his head. He only stepped over the mess and walked to his bedroom where his suitcase awaited to be packed.

Outside in an elevator going down from Garry's studio, Ib was weeping quietly. She just couldn't understand. Didn't he want to be here with her? The elevator came to a complete stop as the doors opened to the lobby holding a couple of people waiting to use the elevator. Ib shuffled out quickly, hiding her tear trekked face in the hood of her jacket. The couple only gave her a look then proceeded on indifferently. The manager who ran the lobby didn't even look up from his newspaper or acknowledge her in any sort. Good, Ib thought to herself as she pushed open the front doors leading to the outside. She didn't want anyone to see her like this or talk to anyone.

The wind hit her face hard, freezing up the tears still lurking in her eyes. There were white flakes descending fast onto the ground, covering everything in their path and leaving everything white. A few people were actually outside struggling to walk through the wind that was pushing them back. They were covered from head to toe in winter gear. Ib only had her silken jacket and suede boots attempting and failing to keep her warm. But Ib didn't care at the moment. She only wanted to get away from this place. And immediately she became one of those people, desperately just trying to get somewhere in the harsh blizzard that seemed to be reflecting on Ib's mood.