A lonely young women's life changes the very
night of Murray Franklin's murder, on live television and it is a change that her heart will never forget. When she spots a man passed out and bloody, in an alley, that same night and even when she sees...
Authur's note: Iris is a made up character obviously, so I don't have photos of her, but I pictured her looking like Kaya Scodelario who was in Skins, so that's why I have a gif of her in this. I will probably continue to use gifs of her as Iris. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter 🖤
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He wished now more than ever that he could stop it and that he wasn't plagued by this nerve wracking condition. It bothered him more specifically now for two reasons; he did not want to look like an absolute weak fool in front of this woman that made his blackened heart smile and the other reason was simply because his ribs and chest were banged up badly and the laughing made it hurt twice as bad.
Iris saw how he suffered greatly from this unusual condition and also could see how he flinched from all the horrible pain from the accident last night as he laughed and how he couldn't stop it.
Seeing this uncontrollable laughter up close and personal she couldn't understand how anyone could think he wanted this, or was doing it on purpose. She could see the pain and tension in his eyes, even though his mouth was laughing.
Arthur was having a hard time and he was in tears at this point from the pain internally and externally. He suddenly felt Iris take his hand and hold it in hers. He was looking away from her and had actually gotten into the fetal position without even realizing it.
Comfort was something foreign to him and it almost scared him in a way. It was as if he was terrified of getting too comfortable with such a pleasant feeling and suddenly have it snatched away from him. He knew little to no affection growing up and there were times that when it seemed he got it, there was a price to pay, or it was inappropriate.
All of these things that were normal to most people growing up were not something he got to have, but he instead had to learn to hide up in his mind to escape his nightmarish reality, but as he got older his mind became a darker place, which made it a much more dangerous place to hide. He got to a point where he had nowhere to turn and nowhere to run.
But...he has Iris...and she just understood. It could be, perhaps, that as beautiful as two lost souls coming together through their own personal flames of hell can be; it can also be just a thrilling as a roller coaster that is slowly falling apart. They could also walk off into the sunset, but doesn't every one really have their own definition to what that would truly mean?
There was also an undeniable age gap between them, but Arthur did not know she was as young as 23. He assumed she was younger, but hoped it was not quite that young. Arthur is 37 and has never even made love to a woman or been kissed by one and Iris has had sexual experiences and relationship ones. On the other hand, Arthur has a few more brutal life experiences than she does and a bit more of animalistic heart.
