And now, her body is so stiff, so cold, it seems impossible to warm her up.
He felt angry, yet didn't know at whom to direct his anger.
The indescribable sense of defeat left him at a loss.
As long as she was willing to stay by his side, he was willing to hold her dear, to bring her the best things in the world with his own hands—just as long as she wanted them.
Iris Harris lowered her head, saying nothing, and her silence made him uneasy.
Iris slowly pushed his hand away, stepped back slightly, and then walked inside with her head down.
"...Iris?"
Brandan instinctively reached out to hold her back.
"Do you know what happened back then?"
After who knows how long, she finally spoke in a hoarse voice.
"..." Brandan's breath caught.
