"You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."
ᴅʏɪɴɢ ʀᴘ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs
Of course, he was just trying to encourage her to keep on fighting. However, she did not know how much longer she would be able to do such – but she sure appreciated that he believed she would be fine…even if he hesitated on it. There was so much to hold on, so much she wanted to hold on. Just thinking about it brought tears to her eyes. What if she wouldn’t be fine? What would happen then? Fuck, she had to be fine. There’s too much to lose, so much she has to fight for but when her body started failing her, what could she do?
A single tear rolled down from the corner of her eye and down her cheek, leaving an almost visible, wet path after itself. Was she sad? Of course she was, but she wasn’t sad for herself – no, she was sad over the fact that people weren’t going to be too sad over it. People were going to actually be happy over it. Damn, what a fucked up life you have, Iris. Truly.
❝Are you trying to comfort me now? I wish I could be comforted so easily. I know what could possibly be waiting for me,❞ A small sigh rolled past her lips as she rested her on his shoulder. The pain that came from the wound had faded and her body had became numb. Was this sign? ❝Will the ambulance be here soon…?❞
