Iris

Track 9: Off My Face (Son Chaeyoung MP)

Track time stamp: 0:32-1:02 // 1:44-2:04

All the bright places, colors, radiating into the sky. After the gruesome storm comes a burst of vibrant shades. Some are dark and some are light. And some are in between. It shines all the way. Painting the clear skies with its brilliant colors, like a painter painting a masterpiece. Each stroke turns into a majestic work of art.

It goes purple, six. Then, blue, six. Now, light green, again, six.

(Flashback: If you didn't exist, why should I?)

"Would you still love me if I became a worm?"

The woman locks in her gaze, brows met halfway. Caught in a haywire while staring at the other. She sighs desperately, questioning her life decisions. Probably regretting atleast one of them.

"I hold nothing against those tinie slimy parasites but hun, forgive me but nah'ah. Never gonna happen."

Ek. Wrong answer.

"Why not? It's still me." The woman was seen sulking. She leans in with back hips pushed against the corner of the kitchen table. Her hair falls down as she tilts her head, pursing her lips at the other woman with a sullen face. Asking for sympathy.

"If I was a worm and I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?" Tokyo presses the bridge of her nose and squeezes her eyelids. Her eyes smile with lips pressed, hiding her teeth while turning to her wife. Holding the bottle in her hand steadily like she holds her patience to her wife.

"Ew! Of course not!" Tokyo drops her face with Claire acted disgusted and pulls an inch distance away from the brunette, like she was some sort of disease or whatsoever.

"That's what I just said. Only shorter."

Almost to full when Tokyo shrugs and pays her attention back to the nursing bottle. Shaking it for the powdered milk to fuse with warm water.

"Don't use that tone on me. And you're not shaking it right. Give me that." The woman folds her arms with a brow curled up, darting her gaze like a prick of a needle towards Tokyo. All the while, mixing the bottle of milk for their twins.

A palm wiped against the brunette's face as she sucks her teeth in and holds her breath for atleast not 'til she runs out of it to release.

"Honey, you're just bored. And please, leave the worms alone." She looks at the woman with droopy eyes. Palm placed against her hip and the other grasps on the edges of the table.

"You're mad. I was just asking."

"I'm not mad, hun. I was just explaining."

"You were raising your voice and you call that explaining?! I was just asking!"

Ever wonder how's it like to live in a marriage life?

Yeah.

"Go, feed the twins! And I don't want to hear another word from you! Don't talk to me!" This left Tokyo with a grunt as the woman punches the bottle of milk right through her chest.

"You know what? I don't see where this conversation is taking us. Why ask these useless questions?"

Ring-a-ding-ding. Initiate retreat.

"Is that what I am to you, now? Useless?" The water boils to reach its boiling point. Claire quotes the last word with fury. She spits it out in the air with a cold and heavy tone.

"What?"

"Asking questions are useless now, huh?" Now, a stressed tone.

"You said that." Tokyo points with a smirk.