𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨, the epitome of beauty mixed with beast. Forced to go to boarding school at the age of eleven, Iris has had her ups and downs. Being best friends with Elias Luciano, to being enemies with him. Everything can change in the blink...
I don't deserve nice things, no matter how much anyone tries to convince me otherwise.
I've killed, I've tortured and I've hurt, if anything I deserve to be killed, to give myself the death I've given others.
I deserve to feel the pain.
Pain that leaves permanent scars.
But one thing for certain is that nothing is permanent. Whatever comes together always breaks apart.
The one thing that mostly breaks people though, is love.
I may be influential and people may fear me, but I don't think anybody truly loves me. Sure they respect me, they look up to me, they might like me but they don't love me.
How can they? You can't love someone you don't know, nobody knows me.
Except her. She knew me.
I have been taught to never trust anyone, whatever you tell people can be used against you. Specially given my family background.
But there is just one whom I have broken my rules and morals for, the only one I have ever trusted.
But I was so sure I would hurt her, that I did the one thing I do best, I left her.
I left her, and I hate her for making me feel the way she did. It was a foreign feeling, one that I've never felt before. Only she has made me feel that way, and I do not like unfamiliar things. I like to always have a control on my emotions, never showing them on my face, never acting upon them and never letting them affect me.
I hate her for doing exactly that, for making me smile and making me happy.
I do not deserve that.
I hate her.
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Iris' Pov:
I have always gotten everything I have ever wanted. Be it clothes, shoes, jewellery, cars, anything I have ever put my hand on. I have been so lucky to receive so much love from my parents, so much protection. But there is one thing that I could not have, not because of any external forces, but because it did not want me.
He was the only thing that I have wanted with so much passion and so much love and he is the only thing that I did not have.
Being with him was the easiest thing I have ever done, it felt like the gravitational pull that made tides rise, the current that made water flow, the current that flowed through my veins.
Being with him was like taking a breath in the middle of a forest, it felt like sleeping on the most comfortable bed, like walking on flowers, like the sun beaming while I lay on grass.
But as good as it was having him around, as hard it was when he left, like having oxygen all around but unable to breathe, like a thousand knifes stabbing you from the inside, like walking on hot coal, like water filling my body, only escaping through my eyes.
He is the only person I have ever shed tears for. After he left I promised to not let anyone get so close to me that when they eventually leave it hurts.
He was my best friend, and maybe , just maybe, I was his, but he threw it all away for a reason completely unknown to me.
I hate him for leaving me, for making me trust him and feel comfortable with him only to pretend like I don't exist out of thin air.
