IRIS
I’m on the floor before the door even shuts behind me.
The sob rips out of me like something breaking open, and once it starts, it won’t stop. My hands claw at the rug, trying to hold onto something, but nothing steadies me. My chest aches like I’ve been punched straight through.
Hot, bitter tears flood down my face. My scarf is tossed somewhere across the room, the dress I wore to impress him is wrinkled and tight and suddenly unbearable on my skin.
Why did I go? Why did I think…
The door creaks open.
“Iris?” Daisy’s voice comes quiet, unsure.
When she sees me on the ground, my back shaking with sobs, she doesn’t ask another question. She just drops beside me, arms around my shoulders. I crumble into her. I can’t hold it together.
“Iris,” she whispers. “What happened?”
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