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The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS, MAYA ANGELOU
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THE RAIN WAS FALLING heavily over the asphalt of the street, the damp air easily sticking clothing to the skin without any effort. No one would have had the unhealthy idea of going out in such weather, holed up in their own humble abode. Iris Roberts would have preferred to be in someone else's place at that very moment. She had the means, she could pay to have someone else steal her dearest torment, but she was not so foolish as to sicken others with her useless problems.
Problems? A girl in her early twenties, who had her whole life ahead of her, called herself ''full of problems''?
Wait!
She was the first one who had left her life in the lurch to please the lives of others, hiding her pain behind a majestic smile, believing that no one would eventually put up with that whine called 'melancholy' by others. Iris knew herself and how she had let herself go during the time that was her life.
Yet she desperately wanted the life of before. She waited for it in the cloth of her hand. She waited. She honestly didn't know what.
Iris was incredibly lonely. The company of her closest friends was not enough if inside she felt a boulder in her chest. She had been told that the help of a partner beside her would clean up the mess that was her head.
Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!
What was the point of a half-life? Lived like that?
Iris couldn't help but forgive him, even then, because she was completely entangled in that feeling that had united her with that boy. Nikolay. Her first kiss, her first time with someone, their relationship was a whirlwind of mixed emotions, and Iris had given her body and soul to that boy, so much so that she no longer recognised herself. She had had much better days, but that was something she would not wish on even her worst enemy. She had left her. On her birthday. With a measly message sent over the phone, standing her up on their date.
