IRIS
I don’t know how long I’ve been standing on that road, staring at the horizon where the sun is bleeding into dusk. My heart feels hollow, like I lost something already and I keep expecting it to ache even more. The hush of trees, the distant hum of wind.
I’m wrapped in silence, and I don’t want to move.
Then I feel someone beside me. My grandmother. She appears quietly, as if she doesn’t want to startle the moment.
“Nana,” I whisper, turning to her.
She doesn’t speak. Just places a hand on my shoulder. Warm. Heavy with sympathy.
“You love him,” Grandma says after a breath. Soft.
I blink. My heart pinches. “I don’t know if I…” I stop. A tear slides down.
Because why is he doing this? Risking everything? Putting himself in front of danger for me? What’s waiting for him if this e
