𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀
As soon as Iris saw me, she bursted into tears and ran over to me. They all stared as she did so, throwing her arms around me and practically choking me. Once again, she could be quite emotional.
Nonetheless, I still hugged her back, surprised by her sudden outburst. Iris was crying her eyes out, wailing about how worried she was and how scared I must have been.
Instead of her comforting me, it was the other way around, I pat her head, cooing her and trying to calm her down. "I know, I know," I soothed, in disbelief we were the same age.
Despite being my manager, Iris and I had a strong friendship. She was one of the only people I fully trusted and someone I looked to for guidance. In spite of her emotions, she was quite a wise woman who stood by me and supported me through all my troubles. I couldn't do my job without her and made sure she received my gratefulness daily.
Her circumstances hadn't always been the best but she was always confident. during her group interview, she was the only woman who dared look me in the eye. From there, I hired her and ensured she lived up to the title of being my manager; I couldn't allow her to live in that awful place she called home with her child, Elias. She had been my manager ever since and did a great job at doing so compared to my others. My best friend, advisor and teacher was crying in my arms for me, I had to care for her.
"You lied to me!" Iris snapped all of the sudden, the tears disappearing, pulling away and giving me a glare, "all those times you said you ate and you didn't!" She slapped my shoulder and I whined at her, rubbing it. I sighed as I looked away, nodding and giving in. "I know, I'm sorry-"
"You know how much I hate it when you do that, I called the doctor-" she began her regular rambles and lectures on how important it was for me to be nutritious and healthy. Iris wasn't wrong, I had been lying that I ate meals, rested enough and cared for my body. It was my toxic habit, making myself suffer to provide the best performances. I felt the guilt for my act and decided to stick to being healthy. I couldn't hurt her anymore.
