Where Iris Bloom

WHERE IRIS BLOOM ORIGINAL ENDING

A/N: hemloooo. I am dropping another special chapter and a commissioned one. This is the original ending of WIB and I am going to warn you, if you love the ending of WIB, don't read this. I have received a quite amount of hate when I dropped this. So, reader's discretion if you wanna continue 🙃🙃🙃

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"I want her back in my life, Viv. Yesterday was just one of those unfortunate moments in my life. The rain started pouring crazy and I got locked out of my car with no phone with me so the best idea I came up with was to break the window." Kim took a breather and study the bandaged wound on her arm.

As the wind blew around her, Iris basked in the peaceful view before her. The magnificence of the lake was reflected in her eyes, an irony and the total opposite of how she really felt inside. She sat there in solitude, with a series of flashbacks and confrontations plaguing her mind like a movie playing on a big screen. Each one was vivid, replaying with piercing clarity at the back of her mind.

Every memory flashing through her mind was like a stream of pain, creeping in like frostbite, nipping and ravaging every part of her being. It lingered and hurt with an icy persistence. It was the very first time she could truly attest that love does not heal everything.

"I want to apologize for all the pain I have caused you. I want to make up for all the times I have taken you for granted. I want to say sorry for the times I couldn't be the person you needed. I want to say sorry for hurting you, for everything." Kim was asking for forgiveness genuinely and was all over the place. All she wanted to do was to be near Iris and make things right if ever she'll be given the chance to do so.

As those words echoed in her mind, Iris suddenly realized she owed herself an apology for enduring a situation she never deserved. She had failed to see that losing herself in the effort to piece Kim back together was not worth the cost. She had consistently neglected to include her own worth in the picture, and now she found herself mired in this mess.

Although Kim had finally recognized her faults, Iris also came to the realization that some apologies are not meant to be forgiven. It dawned on her that the more she held on, hoping that someday everything would fall into place, the more she was losing herself into the abyss. She had to let go of Kim in order to forgive herself for everything that had happened while she was simply trying to love the older woman.

"Am I too late to mend what I broke, Mavy? Am I?" Kim asked in a hushed tone as her heart starts to break into pieces, hands clutching tight into the younger woman's hand.

Those questions echoed like a stark alarm, jolting her from her fairytale stupor and dragging her back to a grim reality: some wounds fester and deepen if the one who inflicted them remains close. For Iris, the path to healing was clear yet excruciating—she had to sever the ties that bound her to her tormentor. Only then could she begin to forgive herself, to mend the raw edges of her tired heart. She had to let go. She had to.

"You're gonna come back, right?" Kim looked up with hopeful eyes like a kid.

Is it really possible to go back to someone who had shattered you down to the core? Someone who destroyed you? Is it?

Iris was slowly coming to grips with how much she had demeaned herself in a desperate attempt to prove that her love should be enough for Kim to awaken and recognize the need to move beyond the grief that was shattering them all.

Months had passed since Iris walked out of the hospital after Kim's accident, and she had yet to muster the courage to face Kim again—perhaps, for the very last time. This time, she was determined to have enough restraint to keep her distance from the older woman. Yes, it hurt, but it was the necessary first step, and unquestionably the hardest. Iris was literally grieving, mourning the loss of herself.