Iris's POV Something is wrong, something must have happened. "Momy look, monster." I looked at Xan and Kyle and smiled at their adorable faces as they stuck two French fries in both corners of their mouths. "Cute monsters." I smiled and looked at Blair to add something but she just gave a weak smile, looking at the kids. I frowned. What could have happened to sadden her like this? It's not the first time she is like this, both of us had difficult pasts. But Blair, she has tougher than me. Where I only dealt with pain, Iris has to deal with both pain and her demons. Demon of her past and actions, she fights every other day. Every day she wakes up with regrets and closes her eyes with fears of her nightmares. If not for Kyle, those demons would have killed Blair a long time ago. It almost had been done. My eyes go to her K tattoo on her wrist, beneath is the scar of her self-harm. That was the worst day of my life. We both were in the second month of our pre
Alexander's POV ------+++++----With my heart racing, I ran behind Iris quickly. One minute she was in my arms and the other she wiggled out of my arms. And now she is in the middle of the road, giggling like a kid. And waving at people passing. She is not aware of how scared I am cars are passing by her and people are shouting. I went behind her and in no time caught her again between my arms. The grin on her face turned into a pout and at that very moment, I wanted nothing more than to stop the traffic and allow Iris to do whatever silly thing she wanted to. The smile on her face is worth everything. I would do whatever it takes to make her happy. Picking Iris in my arms, I placed her in the passenger seat, as she whined and I gave her one chiding look and she once again gave that cute pout of hers. Somewhere during the ride, Iris slept, and I was looking at her like a creep. Parking my car in the garage, I ran my thumb on the cheeks of sleeping Iris, and right th
ClosuresWhen I was in high school, I remember girls whining about, how they didn't get any closure for their broken relationships. They would mop. And I would think, what difference does a closure makes since your heart is breaking either way?For me, closure is nothing but a reason to break up, which somewhere or the other everyone knows is breaking.And when Nathan decided, I was not worth his love, I realized what they meant by the closure. The closure was not just a reason.It's the last chance for the heart to show, what that person means to you, it's the most vulnerable situation where you put your heart on your sleeves, knowing well it will break. Still, you walk the path of closure, which leads to the death of your heart. It's the last chance for you to fight for your love.But, I was weak, because I wanted no closure. After Nathan abandoned me, I left silently. And with the help of Iris started a new life, with my baby Kyle, who was a constant reminder of Nathan.To people
Iris's POVZipping my multicolored playsuit and Putting my hair in a messy bun, I looked at myself in the mirror and pouted. I am getting fat.Do you know what, I will never appreciate Science unless it finds a way to remain fit, even after eating all the delicious weight-gaining food.I know you all must be thinking, why all of a sudden I am fussing about my weight?Well, when model looking woman parades around your husband, who by the way doesn't remember that he is married, and tries seducing him, your fussing is not sudden, it is only a matter of time before you realize that you are getting fat, especially when the dress you bought a week ago, doesn't fit you.I am sure all women can understand my sudden fuss, and if you don't, then you are naturally blessed with a fit body. Saddened by my obesity, I groaned, and falling on my bed, I started punching it. Feeling like screaming into the pillow. Dont act like a kid Iris. "Mommy?" Turning, I saw my adorable son, looking at me c
Iris's POVFace flushed with embarrassment, I looked at my adorably angry-looking son, with scrunched eyebrows and pouty lips he was sending daggers at his own father. He is looking at Xander as if he is some sort of monster."Xan" for fleeting seconds, he glanced towards me but again fixes his eyes on his father with a glare. If not for the seriousness of the situation, I would have definitely loved his reaction.Like father like son. But caught in the act by my son made me nervous. What were you thinking Iris, how can you be so careless? The problem is I stop thinking when it's about Xander. Patting my hands on my clothes, I too step towards my son, my baby following all my moments, his father mirroring him. Moving past Xander, I stood in front of my son, "Xa...xan...he was not eating me." Well, we kind of were eating each other, but I can't explain that to my son. Awkwardly laughing I glanced at my son to see him looking at me confused. And didn't falter from his defending stan
Alexander's POVTo date, I thought what I feel for Iris is just mear attraction, a deep kind of attraction, an attraction that made me crave her touch, her emotions, her smile, her tears, everything about her.But no.I was so fucking wrong it's not attraction. Hell naming it attraction will mean, I am demeaning my feelings.Because Iris Brooke is so much more to me. This thing I feel for her is so deep that, even I fall short of words to explain it.I agree, initially, when I met Iris, it was not her beauty that enchanted me, no it was this feeling as if I know her, her presence bought a kind of peace, that I never felt since I lost my memories. Not only that, whenever she is around I get these flashes, which I am sure are memories that I have forgotten. I don't know why this happens, but I get these flashes only when I am with her, but it is what it is.But all this was then, but now none of that matters because, over time, Iris has become a lot to me.I love her.Yes, I Alexa
Iris's POVLost.I am lost.I am angry. Frustrated.Today I realized when the pain becomes too much, then it doesn't sadden you but makes you feel an array of emotions, and finally, you feel numb.And right now that's how I am feeling, standing on the porch of Anthony's house, and mopping on myself is one way I am trying to tackle this numbness and get rid of all these emotions. But I know, nothing is going to help me, nothing will help me.Because this stupid heart of mine imprints Xander in all my emotions. Making me hate my feelings and emotions.Why Why I allowed those browns to engulf me in their soul-piercing gaze?Why I allowed those two arms to trap me in their warmth?Why I allowed myself to get addicted to those beautiful lips?Why I allowed myself to get always bewitched by those dimpled smiles?Why?Why?Nowadays I feel like, my existence itself is a question... Why?He left. Left like I am no one.I am stupid. Of course, Xander who broke my heart right now, I mean noth
Iris's POVBack then, when Xander was Alexander Russo, my sister's fiance and I started falling for him, I knew there was no future for him and me, I kept no hope for any of us.I just lived the moment, those small gestures that fluttered my heart, like a new flower blooming.I cherished those moments and emotions, like, how he would gaze at me longingly when he thought no one is looking at him. The haze his mere presence used to put me in. It was all that I used to live for. How he would clench his jaw and fist his palms, due to anger, when any male would try coming near to me.We were not together then, but still, his eyes claimed me.I was claimed by hisEyesConcernAngerJealousyPossessive nessWarmthCareLove And lastlyDevotion.We declared our love, not when the three magical words were uttered but, it was when he took my drunk self to his condo and hugged me under the shining moon, on his balcony.That moment I can never forget. It was divine as if our scattered letters