After Iris Blair disappeared, Brendon Urie lost a part of himself he never thought possible. Iris was the missing piece he had always hoped for. Will he be able to find himself again? Will he be able to find her and tell her how he truly feels?
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Brendon's P.O.V
Life felt... meaningless without Iris. It felt like I'd never find comfort the way she gave it to me. I'm falling into this black hole, deeper and deeper everyday. Why'd she have to leave?
Ever since she left with no explanation, my mind has gone against me in the worst way imaginable. I kept wondering, was it something I did? Was there anything I could've done differently to change the outcome of what happened?
All of those thoughts went unanswered of course. Iris wasn't to be found to answer them. And her friends? No help at all. No matter how much I bugged Amelia, asking what happened to Iris, it always ended the same. Me ending up mad and disappointed, because she wouldn't give me anything.
I know she knows something, it was just a matter of her giving me something, anything, to indicate where Iris might be. I didn't know how much longer I could handle this... emptiness.
Vegas Lights has been going downhill. I haven't wanted to step inside since Iris left. It just didn't feel the same. I wasn't sure if it ever would. I still go in and get what needs to be done, done. But, Richard's been helping me out a lot with everything.
Per usual, I was getting ready to give Amelia my daily phone call. I know she's sick of me at this point. She can say all she wants to, I know she knows something. She was there with Iris that night.
When they both never showed even well past when everyone left my house, I knew something was wrong. I tried calling Iris but, she never answered. I had called Amelia as well but, she didn't answer until a week later.
That whole week was agony. I couldn't stop thinking about Iris's soft, wavy black hair. The way her skin was velvety smooth, and the way her hand fit perfectly into mine. They still pop into my mind all the time.
The only explanation I got from Amelia was, 'She had to leave, and she's not coming back.' That was it. How is that even close to an explanation? Those words kept repeating over and over in my mind. Analyzing each word like it was a riddle.
I reached for my phone that was sitting next to me on the couch and scrolled through my contacts, looking for Amelia. I found it and pressed the call button, waiting for her to pick up. It kept ringing and ringing until I thought I was about to be sent to voicemail, then she answered.
"Yes, Brendon?" She said. "Amelia..." I trailed off. "Brendon." She replied. "You know why I'm calling." I said. "And you're going to get the same answer each time." She said. "Iris had to leave. I can't tell you why. These little phone calls have got to stop." "I can't just stop, Amelia. I need to know she's, at the very least, alright." I replied. "She's alright, I'm telling you." She retorted. "C'mon, Amelia, you know what I mean. I know you talk to her. Just tell her to call me." I said back. "Look, she doesn't want to talk to you." She finally said.
