𝐈𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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FOURTEEN

IRIS

  "Thank you" Willow smiled, looking me square in the eye, as the others left and shut the door behind them.

After we'd told her that it was all Evan's idea to bring comforting gifts to her and she'd thanked him one thousand times, I asked to speak to her. Alone. And that's where we were, alone in the hospital ward, just Willow and I, sitting in what I assumed was a comfortable silence.

Maybe it wasn't comfortable to her.

Willow sat on the bed right in front of me, her arms on either side of her as she stared at me with the softest expression I'd ever seen on her face.

"Thank you" she whispered again, almost inaudibly as though she was unsure what else to say but that. I opened my mouth to speak but I had no idea what to say. I didn't even know what I had in mind when I asked to speak to her alone. I wanted her to open up to me, but I had no idea how to go about it. I was no therapist after all.

"Willow," I called softly, making her look into my eyes as my mind raced with what I should say to her.

"It's okay," I said after a while. "You don't have to keep thanking us. We didn't do you any favour, you are our friend" I made emphasis on the last part, just so that she could understand that fact, and feel more comfortable with us. With me.

"And," I started again. "I would actually say we did ourselves a huge favour by bringing you here. I mean, who would want to bury their friend? Talk more of a friend you haven't even spent quality time with" I shrugged at that last part, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

"I wouldn't have died" she said. She seemed rather confident that she was fine, and she would've been fine either way, which confirmed my suspicion that she had self harmed for a considerable amount of time.

"Well, if I hadn't gone too deep" she added, making me look up at her. So she knew. "I hit something vital, certainly. The pain was unbearable then"

"Really?" I asked. "I would've thought since you blacked out you wouldn't have felt anything? Does it still hurt?"

She laughed, shaking her head before she replied my question. "No, no. It actually hurt. It always hurts. Just at that instant though. Afterwards, I guess my body becomes used to the feeling so it doesn't hurt anymore, or I'm just numb"

"Or, you just deliberately make yourself believe that it doesn't hurt?" I asked, my brows furrowing.

"Either way, it works" she shrugged, smiling. "It's not like you'd relate, nah. The Ziora Barlowe. I admire you, honestly"

"Me? I'm just a girl who God has favoured" I smiled softly, trying to convince her that I wasn't so much different from her. I wanted her to see that despite being Ziora Barlowe, I was still Iris.

"So, is God partial then?" She asked blankly, taking me off guard. I was speechless. I was stunned. I had no idea how to say what I wanted to say to her.  Surely, God wasn't partial.. right?