Iris:
I spent a f*****g year strapped in a hospital bed, eyes shut, and I couldn’t even move my f*****g bones, so to whomever wished me dead, how do you like me now, jerks?
I pour another bottle of wine into the glass and take a full gulp, letting the taste burn at the back of my throat, that is so worth it. I drop the bottle and glass back into the cabinet because apparently my roommate doesn’t like his house dirty. Also, he doesn’t drink that much, so he’s quite annoyed that I stuffed his cabinets with expensive bottles of pinot noir.
I walk to the living room, everywhere is so f*****g clean, not a single thing out of place, the plush sofas each has their own quilt draped over it, a vase of flowers placed on the coffee table. I hate to admit it but Tyler is a pretty decent guy, but se
