Iris

Track 7: Last Waltz (Twice)

Track time stamp: 0:06-2:48

"Can you spare me a minute?" The woman comes in restless with her hands shaking and unstable breathing.

As soon as the doctor noticed the unusual movements, she squints her eyes and was left observing the woman with her feet approaching near her desk.

"Claire, what's up?"

"I... W- when will you be free?" The attorney stutters in between as she haven't noticed that her fingers were slowly digging on the doctor's top desk while she grasps at it.

All of the blonde's movements didn't come unnoticed by the doctor's sight. Tokyo casts a side glance over at the piles of file placed on the corner of her desk before she pans it back to the attorney and stretches a smile.

"I am right at this moment. Take my hand, I'll take the lead." Tokyo drops a hint of assurance through a smile as she reached out her hand.

Claire took a brief moment to beam at the pair of eyes that were staring fondly back at her.

Like a memorization of a lecture for an upcoming exam, Claire had it all remembered. Clearly.

Like a dash of light from switching slides on the LED monitor display. Those uneven eyes flashes in a snap yet marks deeply. Like an old fashioned tobacco pipe that were made firmly bent, used by the professor that aided to get by throughout a wholesome discussion. Those little smiles curved dearly. All the time she studied the same expressions Tokyo were having, were the same old ones she had seen ever since.

It's funny how not a single expression never changed.

Tokyo patiently waits for the blonde to accept her hand.

Claire smiles behind the stoic face she masked on and not because she had known how her ex-wife often times had a knack of being impatient at things that were far beyond her reach but because she recognizes those intent stares that even after all this time, Tokyo still looks at her as if she's the only thing that matters.

Timeless love and affection never faded.

A walk around the mowed lawn where birds fly across opposite trees, kids having a playful time at a seesaw and patients on wheelchairs having a breath of fresh air under the sun.

Everything feels at peace and everything were at its rightful place. Both appreciated what they have at the exact moment. Hand in hand as they take each step slow and steady, as if time never meant anything.

"Sorry."

It was clear how the doctor forgets the boundaries between them which had her apologizing from crossing over as she lets go of the attorney's hand.

Surprisingly for the attorney's reaction was she had no idea how a slight sting of disappointment passed by her chest when the warmth she had gotten to recognize, slipped away from her touch.

It had her speechless and left her sulking internally.

Time walks by fast and both failed to notice how they happen to pass by a vacant bench not far from the hospital's main lobby.

An eternity of silently enduring the pain from the scratches wounded by the doctor's shoes on her achilles heel. As per seeing the chance to rest her feet, she didn't waste a thought to glance at the blonde beside her and motioned her head for the woman to have her seat first before her.

Instead of a nod, Tokyo receives a pair of hesitant eyes staring at her. Before she could even ask for the reason behind those hesitations, Claire drapes an arm around the doctor's biceps and clings over it.