You are quite like a wilted flower,
neglected,
dried out,
and crumbled into pieces.
But, why did you still catch my attention with that beyond-belief beauty of yours?
All you need is a little love to bloom,
a little care to grow colorful,
and a litt...
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XXXV: Wilted Flower
A Fragile Alibi | An alibi that lacks strength and is easily questioned, casting doubt on the person's innocence despite their actual innocence.
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A tense, suffocating silence filled the room, broken only by the faint, muffled hum of the video on the screen.
Iris sat frozen, her eyes wide and glazed, unable to tear her gaze away from the horrific footage.
Her fingers dug into Minho's arm as she watched in shock, her breaths shallow and erratic.
Her best friend, was lying there, blood pooling around him, his life slipping away on that screen. And the girl in the grainy video...
she wore Iris's face, moved with her gestures,as if someone had stolen her very likeness.
She clutched Minho's arm even tighter, and he instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.
But he couldn't bring himself to look at the screen; he stared down at the floor, his jaw clenched and his own breaths coming in heavy, measured sighs.
Across the table, the officer smirked, his cold eyes dancing with a perverse satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms with a deliberate, exaggerated slowness.
"It's hard to deny the truth when it's right in front of you, isn't it?" he said, his voice cold and flat. "Tell me, Iris, how do you explain this?"
Iris swallowed hard, her throat dry and raw. Her voice barely emerged as a whisper, trembling yet resolute.
"It's not... It's not me," she managed, her words catching in her throat. "I could never... I would never hurt Riki."
"Could never, would never." The officer raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "You're expecting me to believe that? How convenient. Tell me, Iris, what kind of friend lets something like this happen?"
A flicker of anger crossed her tear-streaked face, even as she trembled. "I loved him. He was like family to me," she choked out, fighting the anguish that weighed on every word. "Someone's trying to frame me-"
