Iris

The Beginning

"I can't believe you're leaving," I grumbled, poking Lizzie in her shoulder.

"Me neither, it feels like we were little kids meeting each other for the first time on the playground in grade 1 just a second ago," Lizzie muttered, poking my shoulder right back. 

"For what it's worth I'm sorry your fam's going through business and work trouble on top of all the complicated personal issues between your parents," I sighed, drawing her to sit closer to me on my double bed.

Resting her head on my shoulder, we both leaned back, lost in thought. The silence lasted only a short while before it was broken.

"Try not kill anyone at school with me gone, you're going to have to reel that temper of your's in. Just pretend they're not there y'know," she teased, trying to lighten up the mood. 

I sat up and looked at her, and took in as much of her as I can while I still can. My bestfriend of too-many-years to-keep-count-of leaving me in a school lacking of any sort of modicum of respect for people who weren't deemed 'elite'. 

"It's going to be hard without you but I'll learn patience. It'll also be especially boring without someone to spill tea to and fawn over hot guys from our favourite shows, but there's always facetime and phones, so we can keep in touch," I affirmed, laying out a positive mental scope.

"Definitely! And when I find some scrumptious looking bad boy in France, I'll make sure to send photos," she laughed. 

"Wait holdup, you're going to France, why am I only finding out now? You better not fall for any frenchboys, I heard they'll break your heart," I joked, sticking my tongue out at her. 

"Oop, my mum's outside, it's time for me to go," she stated, as we hear a car beep from outside. 

"It hath cometh the time of thee's departure, farewell friend," I said, my voice losing its strength on 'farewell'. 

I tackled her in a heartfelt hug, which were surprisingly rare between us. This may be due to the fact that 178962 times I had attempted to hug her ended with her swiflty dodging my attacks of love, stating hugs were just too 'uncomfortable' and 'awkward' for her liking.

Though, thankfully enough, this time she allowed the embrace. As I leaned out of the hug, I squished her cheeks and and looked her deadset in the eye. 

"I know you don't like talking about your family issues, and that I have to seize every piece of information I get from you, but it's hard now, but I promise it will get better. Just have faith, and  know whether I'm miles away from you, I'm always here to beat up any bad guys for you and listen to anything you have to say," I consolidated, trying to put as much meaning in that look as possible. 

I gave her one last squeeze before I led her to the door and walked her out. 

Just as she was getting into her mum's car she turned to me.

"Bye, Talia Malak, I love you."

"Bye, Elizabeth Rose Kingsomething, I love you too," I returned with a smile chuckling at the expression she makes when she heard her full name or the lack thereof. 

I closed the door after they went off, and went to the kitchen to cook up some food for my dad and I. 

I barely noticed when my dad arrived. The time between his arrival - plus the small talk that came with it - and me finally making my way to bed were a blur 

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I am a river.

I am a breeze.