[Mary's lips press together, her fingers clenching so the knuckles stand out. She doesn't like to talk about Ib, because it's such a complicated set of emotions that she has surrounding the girl, and it's very difficult for her to sort them out. She knows how she should feel, but those feelings are not the ones she has.]
no subject
Ib is...
[No, not anymore.]
...was my friend. My very first friend.