"Sometimes love is not enough."
With a complicated relationship with her mother, a loud household, an unrequited love and a scholarship to get, Iris Kingston thinks she already has enough on her plate.
But life has a wicked sense of humor, doesn'...
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Thanksgiving dinner passed in a blur of clanking plates, animated conversations, and laughter between Ash's family and mine. All of which I took no part in.
My mind was reeling with unprocessed thoughts that I tried to keep away, I couldn't deal with them at the moment unless I wanted to completely unravel in front of the adults.
I look at Ash across the table, he was even quieter then usual and he looked way worse than I did, his skin was translucent, his hair a mess and his shoulders hunched like someone is applying physical pressure on them. I tried catching his eyes several times but he didn't look up once.
"Iris bring the pie honey." Mom said without looking my way, engrossed in a conversation with Cassandra.
Ash raised his head, his eyes finding mine and I signaled for him to follow behind.
When he entered the kitchen, and I took a closer look at him, my breath hitched. He looked tormented, his eyes were dark and haunted, you could almost see the shades of green churning.
"What happened to you?" I mutter. I battle with the desire to touch his hair, to sooth his sharp edges.
"I don't wanna talk about it." His voice was cold.
I understood that his walls were high up at the moment, so I nodded. I still hoped he'd talk to me later, I hoped he'd confide in me.
So we went back to the dining table, and we ate pie.
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