𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎
𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓?
━━━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
two broken soul find the same
but different comfort.
Iris Hargreeves, a cold dark soul wanders the world. Dragged by her brother t...
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"Because I'm tired... of everything..."
└── ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ ──┘
"How long before we can leave?" Ben asked Allison.
"After the speeches." She responded.
"I don't think I can last that long." He frowned. "Oh, also, have you seen Dad?"
"Have a drink, Ben. Relax." She whispered. "For once in your pathetic life."
Ben chucked in response, doing exactly as said and raised a glass to his lips. Just then, Reginald entered the room, and the atmosphere fell silent. Everyone was staring at him.
Iris groaned. "Why he didn't get kugelblitz yet?" She said before harshly put her glass on the table. Gladly, it didn't break.
"Calm down."
"Can we just kill him? There's no government or police to stop us." Iris turned towards her brother.
"No." Five put his hand on her shoulder. "Not yet."
Iris groaned before sighing. "Fine." She said before getting up.
"Where are you going?" Five asked.
"To get fucking drunk. I had enough of this shit already." She said while raising her glass.
"Good for you." Five smiled proudly at her, raising his glass as well.
"If you wanted to kill him, tell me." She whispered at him.
"Sure do, sister." Five laughed and pat her shoulder lightly before taking another sip of his drink.
"But who invited him?" Ben asked a bit loud.
"Just suffer with us." Allison respond, a bit annoyed by him.
"I can't get invited to a bachelor party, and he's invited to this?"
"Wow, you really can't relax." Allison stood up. "Ben? Chill." As Iris was passing by, Allison sees this opportunity and grabbed her arm. "You take care of him now."
"I what?" She asked looking clueless, with a bottle of alcohol and glass in her hand.
