𝙨𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚 𝙭 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣. ❦ | 𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .
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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels mo...
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⌖ GENDER REVEAL | O49. ‹ ⚜ › ❝ ight ma, this it. i got my money on two boys. know yo' ass probably want two girls. ❞
— MARCH SIXTEENTH 12:OO P.M. ᐟ
A month had passed, & there was still no sign of Iris waking up. She remained unconscious, trapped somewhere between the present & a place Jasiah couldn't reach. But despite the stillness, she was healing. The deep purples & blues that once marred her skin were fading, returning to the soft warmth of her natural complexion.
Her stomach started to round, a small but undeniable sign of the two babies growing inside of her. Four months along now, reminding him that even in the darkest moments, something new was beginning.
Jasiah never missed a day. No matter what he was doing, no matter what, everything stopped when it was time to see her. The world could wait. She came first. Even though every visit looked the same—the same tired beeping, the stillness of her body, the silence that filled the room—he refused to treat her like she wasn't there.
He talked to her as if she could hear every word. Studies had proven that coma patients could sometimes still register voices, still feel touch, so he told her about his day, about the shit he was dealing with, about how much he needed her to wake up. He held her hand, traced gentle patterns along her skin, pressed soft kisses against her knuckles.
Twice a week, he brought flowers... different kinds, different colors, until her room looked more like a garden than a hospital. He wanted the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes to be something beautiful. Because when she woke up—& he refused to think of it as an "if"—she deserved to know that even in the midst of all the bullshit, there was still beauty waiting for her.
"She's a very lucky woman." Her nurse, Monica, commented as Jasiah stepped into the room, another bouquet of flowers in hand. Her tone held a hint of admiration. She had seen plenty of patients, plenty of visitors, but she had never seen anyone this consistent. Day after day, he showed up. His efforts never slowed, never stopped.
