IRIS
I wake up with the faint memory of last night’s dinner lingering.
Darian’s hand brushing mine, the way his smile had softened in the candlelight. I dress slowly, pulling on a simple T‑shirt and jeans. Ordinary clothes after an evening that had felt anything but ordinary.
I stand before my mirror, twirling slightly, imagines dancing behind my eyes: maybe tonight he’d call again, maybe we’d walk under moonlight, maybe just sit and talk without shadows creeping in.
Okay, Iris. This isn’t a Disney movie.
My hair falls loose; I tuck a strand behind my ear. My heart feels like it might burst or shatter, I can’t tell which
But I actually feel like I’m in a Disney movie though.
The door opens quietly. Daisy slips inside, still pulling her backpack straps over her shoulders. She pause
