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𓍯 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 .
JULY TWENTIETH 10:45 A.M. ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ-
"Keylon was a truthful man, and would pick up the phone whenever you needed him. His day job wasn't the best, but you can't judge him. The only one that can judge anyone, is God" His mother said at the podium in front of everybody as they watched her with tears in their eyes and sobs in their cries, except Iris. Everything Key's mother was saying in her eulogy made Iris roll her eyes as she sat alone, away from everybody else that were present.
Standing at Key's funeral, she questioned why she had even come. Maybe it was because, once upon a time, she had loved him fiercely. She had cared so deeply, would have risked everything for him. But that was a while ago, a memory. Now, the remnants of her grief were faint, almost imperceptible. It was nothing compared to the sorrow in the room. As everyone around her wept and shared stories of love and loss, she found herself detached, unaffected. Their heartfelt speeches felt almost performative to her, a chorus of emotions she couldn't echo.
She had nothing to contribute but the pain he had caused her. There was no room for the good she had once felt for him. Her once perfect life had been marred by his presence, his actions draining her of all the goodness she once possessed. While others reminisced about the moments of joy he brought into their lives, she could only think of the darkness he had cast over hers.
Every speech she had to listen to only made her want to stand up and leave. They expressed how good of a person he was, and how he could do no wrong. How he loved unconditionally and was loyal to everyone around him but all these people hadn't witnessed what Iris seen from him. She called herself coming to this funeral out of respect for his family that she still had a decent amount of love for, but at this point she was growing annoyed by the minute. In no way did—
"Iris?" His mom called her. Hearing her name caused her to snap out of her thoughts and come back to real life. "It's your turn sweetie"
All heads swiveled in her direction when she was unexpectedly called out. Beneath her black mask and oversized Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses, she hid a look of utter irritation that would have been impossible to conceal if not for her chosen accessories. She hadn't anticipated being put on the spot, though it wasn't entirely shocking. The room was still laboring under the mistaken belief that she was still his fiancée.
Her heart pounded with a mix of anger and discomfort as she felt the weight of their collective gaze. The emotional atmosphere was suffocating, their expectations pressed heavily upon her. She remained frozen for a moment, the memories of their tumultuous relationship swirling in her mind. Inhaling deeply, she tried to suppress her frustration, thinking about how to navigate this unwelcome spotlight.
