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The girl blink then nods, very curious of his side.

“Okay…I’ll come with you to your side”

She held onto his hand tightly

"Alrighty then."

He took a tight grasp on her hand, and lifted her up, carefully pulling her into the portrait.

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Ib nodded her head towards the stars that goes down.

“They are downstairs, looking at the other paintings. They wouldn’t let me come here alone, because I am still a child..”

"I see.." He replied.

"Well then, how about you come over to my side? I can help you understand some of these paintings, if you want.."

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“Thank you..it’s a honor to meet you too.”

She smiled faintly at him, feeling that she met him before.

"Anyway.." He continued.

"Where are your parents? Are you here all alone?"

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Ib looked at her hand suprisingly, then back to him.

“My name is Ib.”

She spoke softly, a little shy of meeting strangers.

Ib.

What a familiar ring her name had..Did they meet somewhere before? 

"Ib..What a lovely name. It’s honor to meet you."

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Ib widened her eyes and looked at the rose in the man’s hand. She glanced up at him and she took his hand curiously.

He took her hand, and gave it a gentle kiss.

"Who might you be, little miss?"

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theloving-child:

The young child was brought to this museum again. Her parents decided that she should look more into the arts and focus on their meanings. But that’s hard because almost every painting had a word she didn’t know. At least they’re pretty.

She looked around until she saw a painting of a man. It was named the Forgotten Portrait. Ib gazed at it, this time her parents weren’t calling for her like last time.

When the coast was clear, he reached out to the young maiden, a fake blue rose in his hand. He smiled fondly at her, in an attempt to bring her closer to him. Hopefully, it would work. He wanted to find out more about this girl..

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