I stayed the night at the manor. I didn't eat, I barely slept, I didn't even leave my room. Celine was worried sick, but I couldn't talk about it. I just.. I couldn't.
But it turns out I didn't have to say a word.
The next morning, there was a soft knock at the door and my sister poked her head in. "Hey, can we talk?" she asked. I sighed. "I'm not telling you what happened." I muttered bitterly.
She sat down on the edge of the bed. "You don't have to. I chewed Damien out on the phone. He told me everything." she took my hand in her own, "Iris I'm so sorry." I looked away. "He's not, that's the problem." I said, bringing my knees to my chest and burying my nose into the thick covers. "It may not seem like it, but I know he is." she replied. I scoffed. "You weren't there Celine."
She squeezed my hand. "I know, but if I know Damien, I know he regrets what he's done. He really cares about you Iris." I rolled my eyes, tears welling up again. "When he actually says so, then I'll believe it." I seethed. With another exhausted sigh, she left. I flopped down flat on my back, my head and heart in shambles.
a/n: sorry this is so short. i'll have one more chapter out later to make up for it :)
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Tempus Fugit {Who Killed Markiplier}
Fanfictiontem·pus fu·git ˌtempəs ˈfyo͞ojit exclamation time flies (used to draw attention to the rapid passage of time). Iris has been gone five years. Her work at University withdrew her from contact with her friends Mark, William, and Damien, and older sist...
