IRIS
"Mio fiore."
My heart stopped beating at that moment. His eyes shinned with unshed tears. He looked at me as if he was trying to read me. His hands were bleeding and I could see a few pieces of glass piercing through his skin.
I need to help him. My legs worked automatically as I rushed to his lavish bathroom to find a first aid kit. I soon found one near the sink.
I rushed back to the room to see him facing towards the window. The blood looked like a black tar falling on the floor painting the pool of vicious pain.
I went to him as he turned and gave me a genuine smile. He looked at me from head to toe but it didn't make me feel disgusted. His glaze somehow made me feel protected.
"Sit down on the bed Tristan, let me bandage you. Your hand is bleeding badly.", I said to him.
No reply, he just stood there watching me like a h
TRISTANDamn these headaches!I was woken up by a pounding headache and something teasing my nose, making me want to sneeze.My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I saw brought an automatic smile to my face, my love was sleeping soundly on my chest.I looked around to find that we were almost on the dead end of the bed. My legs were dangling down but magically Iris was able to coil herself over me in such a manner that her folded legs ended over my thigh and her legs were saved from dangling down. But not like her feet should have touched the ground.I just loved this feeling. Her small frame molding completely in my large frame. Some drool was coming out of her mouth. Maybe some people would find this disgusting but I found it adorable.The way her nose would twitch once a while and she would mutter something incoherent was just so cute.
THIRD PERSONThe man stood at the window of his office thinking about the possibilities.His mind went back to that angel. The way her thick brown locks fiercely cascaded down her back like a waterfall. The way her innocent hazel orbs looked at everything in that hall with awe. The way her plump pink lips would form a kissable pout when she won't understand something.It was beyond beauty.“You have committed a sin.", a small voice whispered in the back of his head.He let go of a dark chuckle as he licked his lips by remembering about that eventful night when he used her. If only he should have not killed her. He could have many more nights like that.“I did was she deserve. It was her faith."He stated to himself trying to cover his false deeds. But nothing was enough to cover that. Nothing
TRISTAN (SAME DAY)I got out of the bathroom and went to my walk in closet. I quickly dressed myself in some sweat pants and went to Iris' room to check on her.I slightly opened the door to take a sneak peek of her. I sighed as I found her cuddling with one of the pillows. I closed the door behind me and went downstairs."Sir!"I was stopped by the voice of my head chef. I whipped my head in his direction to find the cleaning team standing behind him."The cleaning staff is here. Should I send them to your room."He asked me and I nodded my head. Soon they all dispersed leaving my chef and me alone."Sir, what would you like for the breakfast?""You can take an off today. Infact all of you can take an off today.", I said the last sentence loud and clear.The chef eagerly nodded his head a
THIRD PERSON POVIris cautiously walked down the flight of stairs as a thought lingered in her mind. Her mind was not capable of registering it that she was trying to move on.Was it right for her to give Tristan another chance? Was it right to give herself a chance. Why was life so cruel to her? She didn't know if she deserved this chance. A part of her felt as if she was cheating on Tristan by not telling him the truth. How could he not realise that this was not the same Iris. Her Iris had wilted a long time ago.Could her life become better? It was then only that a rare bitter sweet memory of her childhood entered her mind.A six year old girl in battered cloth got down the dirty and broken staircase of her orphanage. She was very young but she was prudent for her age.“What do you mean by you won't adopt Iris?"
IRIS POVHow does it feel to be happy and sad at the same moment. I have no words to express myself at this moment. I feel numb. There is so much I want to express but I am incapable. How could God be this cruel. Did he deserve this faith?NoI don't know what to think at this moment. My heart is extremely sad but at the same time my brain is happy at inflicting pain on Tristan. But is that happiness worth?NoFather! Whom I have lost was my father figure. Fudge the father figure, he was my father. For him I was that daughter he could never have and I was more than happy to take that position.It feels like an atrocious joke is played on me by the Gods. Why does he hate me so much? Why he had to take all those who truly loved me?"Iris..."I could hear Tristan' voice in the background but it just merged wi
TRISTAN POVI sat next to Iris as quietly as possible. Her shoulders were shaking and I knew she was trying to suppress a sob."Let it go Iris. Don't hold yourself back. ", I whispered in her ear.As soon as these words left my mouth a sob escaped from her mouth. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder as she put her head on my chest. Her hair were sticking to her face due to sweat and tears. I moved those stubborn strands and tucked her hair behind her ears.I looked down at her. She looked to fragile at that moment. It felt like one wrong move could break her.I felt helpless at that moment. I could do nothing to ease her pain. I knew full well that somewhere I was even responsible. If only I could go back in time and change everything."Why everyone I love has to leave me? Am l that bad?", Iris shouted in frustration.I do
IRIS POVI sighed in content when I finally exited the doctor's cabin. Thank God it ended. I sat on a chair outside patiently waiting for him. Soon he walked out of the cabin while holding the medical prescription in his hand."Let's go home Iris.", he said as I eagerly nodded my head. God there was nothing more I want to do. I just want to cuddle with my pillow.No words were exchanged as we sat in the car. His jaw was clenched and his knuckles were turning white from holding the steering while to hard. I was afraid that he might break the steering wheel.God why are men such possessive species."I should not have let you go inside alone.", Tristan growled as he ran his hand through his hair for the hundredth time."It's okay Tristan.", I tried calming him."How the fuck you can say it's alright.", he roared making me fli
IRIS POVIt's been one week since Tristan took me out. Everything is going smoothly. We have got in a routine and it was comfortable."What are you thinking, love?", Tristan asked softly. I looked in his direction and shook my head. Maybe I was playing with the spaghetti for too long.After that question, the atmosphere was again silent. But it was a comforting type of silence. Soon I finished my meal leaving a small portion on my plate. I looked in Tristan's direction to see his plate was completely empty.Tristan looked at me and frowned before saying, "Complete your meal, baby." I again shook my head. "I am full.", I stated as I patted my stomach softly. Tristan sighed as he went to collected my plate."You made the meal. Let me wash the dishes.", Tristan stated.It's been four days since all the help and chef have lef
IRIS POVA fresh start.How wonderful these words sounded. And when he said these words he had a deeper meaning to them.I know it very well that he is hiding something from me but somehow I know it has to be in my favor.That's why I don't want to know.I muttered these word under my breath as I pushed open the doors.In front of me proudly stood a vast orchard garden.Ahead of me, it was decked with different types of flowers lined up with fruit trees having those of apples and berries.Small little bushes to the multiple colors of daisies, lilies and roses.It was beautiful. I had always dreamed of having a garden. Nature was something that I closely relate to. It always gave me strength and inspired me.I put both my hands over my mouth to stop myself from gasping.
TRISTAN POVStupid!I shouldn't have touched her like that. She might have forgotten the past but she hasn't let go of that trauma yet. I am not one to add to it.It will take time. Those wounds are deeper, deeper going inside her soul and heart, penetrating it's essence to leaving it hollow.Like in the past...I shouldn't have done that.I still am not able to understand is it a good thing that she has forgotten about her past or not. The doctor told me she might get flashes of the past that can trigger her now improving health.I have to be careful.I looked at my side to see her face being hidden behind her dense, silk like locks of hair.“I'm sorry."I said sincerely.She turned in my direction and passed me a small genuine smile.
IRISThree weeks later...A yawn left my mouth. I have been reading the book in my hand from the past two hours.What is it called? Alchemist yeah Alchemist.As I tried to move my back hurt but I dare not say a word otherwise my boss aka Tristan as he likes to be called by me will throw another tantrum. Let me tell you he is such a child.Always throwing tantrums but it is somewhat cute to see such a masculine and grown up man pouting."Do you want to sleep Iris?", Tristan asked me softly and I nodded my head.For the first week when I woke up from coma he used to call me with all sorts of endearments but I wasn't comfortable with it.Firstly he is my boss and secondly it left me embarrassed. Even the nurses used to giggle."Lo....Iris come back to earth.", Tristan stated.
THIRD PERSON POVIt is hard.So hard to open her eyes but she had to, to see the world again. She heard a faint voice. She wasn't sure whose voice it was but she felt encouragement to open her eyes.HarderShe whispered to herself and soon she felt she could move her palm.A bit moreShe encouraged herself and soon her eyes much to their restriction opened up. The light was annoying, she wanted to groan but it felt like soot was pushed down her throat.She looked up to find a tall man standing there looking at her. Soon a glass of cold water was pressed against her lips and she drank it greedily.Soon her vision cleared up and she could make out there was a face. She looked up at his sharp feature and tried to make out who he was."Fine darling you have the job.", her new boss exclaimed.
TRISTAN POVMiracleThey say it was a miracle that Iris heart has been restored.She came out of the mouth of death and I am very proud of her. After all she is my flower.She is strong, very strong.When her heart stopped that day I thought I lost her. The thought still sends chill down my spine but the doctor rushed in, threw me out of the room and started giving her shocks.That was the last hope and you know what somehow it worked. It was dangerous but it worked.Right now I am sitting next to mio fiore and this feels home.Being with her feels home. Her tiny palms are cold, very cold but I hope my warm hand can provide her some warmth.They say that a person in coma can listen to you, just can't respond.So I do it each day, I read to her, talk to her, braid her
THIRD PERSON Patience, it is a difficult thing to keep. The more we wait the more anxious one becomes. This was the same case with Tristan.It has been two months since Iris had been in coma and he is loosing his sanity along with his hope.The day it all started is still crystal clear in his mind.Tristan left Iris room after confessing his feelings to her. He was content. Things were now going in the right direction. Iris was slowly and slowly accepting him. He was sure that one day Iris would forgive him.Yes he was anxiously waiting for that day when his mio fiore would forgive him. He had his hopes high and the thing that took him by surprise was Iris instant approval to go on a date with him. He couldn't be more happy.He walked to his room with a small smile on
IRIS POVI looked at the white ceiling. White the colour that can be changed to any colour by just adding a bit of colour in it. The colour that is put at last in any painting.I have been in a hospital room many times but this time it was different because it wasn't me who was lying on the bed. It wasn't me who was in pain, it was Tristan.Its been three days since the kidnapping and Tristan was still to wake up. I just had some stitches on my forehead and my cheek was swollen but other than that I am fine.But in the case of Tristan the bullet entered his body from the back from the left side and grazed his heart. He is not in coma just that his body needs time to heal.I looked around the room to find nothing interesting. Suddenly a nurse entered the room."When will he wake up? ", I asked the nurse."He will wake up an
IRIS POVI looked around the room. No movements. Maybe the monsters have forgotten about me. I hope maybe. But all my hopes died as I heard the opening of the door. Soon the lights were turned on and I closed my eyes due the sensitivity of my eyes to the light at the moment."Is dear flower scared?", I heard the disgusting voice of Tobias.I opened my eyes to see the monsters."You need to be strong.", my subconscious mind pleaded to me.Yes I need to stay strong. I can't let them over power me this time. I have gone through hell once and I can go through it again.I felt someone pulling my hair as a scream escaped my mouth."How bad, a beautiful face had been ruined.", Tobias stated with fake sympathy. The next thing I know is that he put pressure on the right side of my head. It was at that moment I realised that I had a
IRIS POVI slowly opened my eyes to meet with darkness. The room was completely dark. I felt exhausted as if someone had suck all of my energy. I tried to move but I couldn't.I was tied with the chair. My hands and legs both were tied. I tried to break free but it was of no use. The ropes were so tightly knotted that it was penetrating in my wrist."Someone help me.", I cried but it was of no use. No one was there to help me. I looked around the room for any source of light but I couldn't find any. But how did I enter the monsters' trap.I rested my head on Tristan' chest. None of us has talked for a while and now I was starting to get worried."Who did it?", Tristan asked through his gritted teeth.I sighed. I never thought I would t