Adonis
If someone had told me I'd ever feel this way, I wouldn't have believed them. Iris made me feel peaceful. Being with her made me happy with everything, and I didn't want to be with anyone else.
It was hard to ignore the problems around me, but my growing interest in her made me happy. She was getting attached to me in ways I never imagined. I thought losing Isabella had stolen my heart and that I’d never be able to love again.
Yet here I was, feeling emotions I thought were long gone. I was ashamed to admit it, but my feelings for Iris might be stronger than my feelings for my late wife, and the guilt was eating me alive.
Why was I moving on so quickly?
It wasn't fair to Isabella's memory, and I felt like I was betraying her- like loving again was somehow dishonoring her
