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...
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Chapter 21: "Les Yeux Ouverts"
"Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me..."
As the sun rose on a new day, Iris and Arthur were still fast asleep holding eachother, frozen in a glorious and blissful embrace that could illuminate the blackness night deep within their sacred yet scarred up hearts. Iris rolled to her side still asleep and Arthur wrapped his arms around her from behind. They were the epitome unison.
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It was about 8:30am and Iris was starting to open her eyes. At first she almost panicked because she works almost every single day of the week, but she had requested Halloween off a month ago, so she realized she had nothing to worry about. Arthur was still fast asleep and his arms were still wrapped around her.
Iris had to pee very badly, but also didn't want to wake Arthur. He nuzzled in closer to her sleepily, making it even harder for her to bring herself to move. Her cat Tilly suddenly jumped up on the bed and to her dismay, started meowing incessantly.
Iris tried to shush her, but Tilly only cared about Iris giving her food and she would not stop until she did. Arthur sighed softly but didn't wake up which Iris was grateful for. Iris started to, slowly and, reluctantly, remove herself from Arthur's warm embrace. Arthur stirred and grunted slightly but still did not wake from his much needed slumber.
She took a moment to pause and stare at Arthur as he slept peacefully. She thought he looked beautiful. His cheek was pressed against her pillow and some thick peices of his dark, luxurious curls poetically curtained some of his closed eyes.
