Ib Fanfiction .:Forgotten Teardrops:.

[abxy]

"I'm scared..."

I hug my crying younger sister, her first time being extremely sick.

"I'll be fine...right?"

She'd be fine.
She HAD to be fine...right?
But the truth stared me in the face,
Nobody had been cured ever.
Either they'd die or stuck with the sickness forever.

"I don't want to lie to you... But I...I don't want to tell the truth either...If you need help during this...I'll come running." I said, tears beginning to blur my eyesight.

~*Timeskip to a year later.*~

It'd been a year since I lost my sister. I still kept drawing portraits of her, and my favorite was a painting I did which brought tears to my eyes whenever I saw it.

I titled it Forgotten Portrait. My mother had burned all pictures of her and already forgot,

My father didn't know all these pictures of these people I drew were really of her.

I devote my life to her, my young nine year old sister.

~*Two Years Later*~

I quickly wrote the following in a diary my mother had gotten me, she said I'd 'pay for the money that was spent if I didn't use it' so I was just venting out in it.

Garry, 2015 It's been two years since Ib died. I'm quite alone now, but the times we went through the gallery and eventually became brother and sister when leading back to this world still haunt my mind with fear, happiness and...sadness.

Quickly slamming the diary, my head fell on the book and tears dripped down my face.

A soft voice went through the air. I'm...I'm so sorry for leaving you so early, my brother.

The voice faded away and I was left alone crying.

(I'm so sorry for the sad ending...This is an Ib fanfiction, but it is all written by me! I do not own Ib, Ib is owned by Kouri.)

[Winchester Boys]

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