Iris

Track 11: All We Know (Chainsmokers)

Track time stamp: 0:10-0:51 // 1:47-1:55

Fighting flames of fire.
Hang onto burning wires.  

Busy streets, still, at a holy hour at dawn. Brush strokes leave an unrealistic scenery as each vehicle passes the road. An abstract form as their tail lights' reflection. It contrasts the light shone from the moon.

Vehicles were at its slow pace. As they put it. In a crowd, from across next to the other, the colors yield for its own purpose. Turned red and the bustling highway freezes. The white numbers flash and counts down to a 10. People from the sidewalks hustle in for a walk, rushing in across the street. Still, everything were at its slow pace. As they put it.

Claire feels the tension. Tokyo, as well.

(Flashback: Claire's, minutes before the present time.)

"You are unbelievable." She scoffs unbelievably while eyes keeping on the woman from across, her, pouring the cereal into a bowl of milk.

"Am I suppose to take that as a compliment?" The woman replies nonchalantly and lightly grunts after she made a splash and a mess over her food.

"The only compliment you're getting is right after you apologize to her, atleast act like a civilized human being for God's sake." She throws her hands.

They locked eyes. Staring at each other for a long time, but they both act hard to play it off innocently and nonchalantly.

(Flashback: Tokyo's, minutes before the present time.)

Her head feels like a volcano that any second would blow up. It feels like it was a balloon filled with too much pressure, one more blow and it explodes. She was nowhere near the word well. Not even close.

Glad she was in her office, peace takes place, a calm atmosphere, smooth ambience, one that was a perfect place to rest a serious headache. No intruders.

Well, that was before a white man slams open the door and decided to slip into the picture and was all on it to steal the spotlight and scream I'm gonna be a star. Make way, Im Nayeon.

"Oh, hell, nah! You look like that little green guy, baseball cap goob on Meet the Robinsons with big dark orbs under his eyes because of his mad scientist roommate that kept him up late at night for weeks."

"You didn't even breathe." Tokyo's face muscles were twitching, and that includes her eye. Her head is pounding, hard.

"Man, you look like shit."

"Like I said, better to keep that filthy mouth closed than talk shit." Eyes were gone to half close. Her eyelids were heavy and for God's sakes, she needs some sleep.

Slow blinks and just having flashes of moments that they love that turned to memories, and now those memories turned to treasures; at how their life went for the past years from the moment either one of 'em laid eyes on the other, to their heart beats synched together as one, to fulfilling a promise of growing old together, having kids, to losing a child, dilemmas crashing nonstop, to a broken vow and yet finding their way back and fall back to each other's arms, to going all the way back to zero and reverse the goddman loop all over again.

We don't care anymore.

"Would you stop overreacting?"

"Would you stop being such a bitch?"

"You better drop that attitude, missy. I am still older than you. Have some manners and show some respect." Oh, she had no plans on initiating an argument but patience has its limits, after all. The woman across won't let this one slide. She drops her spoon, harshly on the top table and glared at the latter, starting a fight.