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...
A/N: I want to thank my friend Tatiana for drawing this! She is a friend all the way in Russia who loves my fic enough to create art for it! 🖤
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Chapter30: Devastation And Desire
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Iris allowed Arthur's loving arms envelope her in a blanket of his comfort, but her mind soon began to race again and she pulled away from him. She stared into Arthur's devastated eyes and she felt bad... It was not his fault that Marcel died and she knew that, but she was angry at the terrifying fact that she truly had no control over others and what their fates were to become, not even Arthur's.
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Arthur saw the pain in her eyes and he touched the side of her cheeks and said softly, "Iris..."
Iris suddenly felt her adrenaline spike, as if she were in immediate danger and needed to run for her life and even though she was not, perhaps, her heart was.
"Arthur, don't...It's not your fault that I suffered a great loss...but, I-I have to go"
Iris began to turn away, but was stopped by Arthur's tight grip on her hand. She wanted to jerk her hand out of his, but she was simply frozen by his electric touch. He saw her devastatingly, beautiful face turn slightly to him and her large, glassy eyes pierced his own and he felt his body shudder.They were both stuck like statues for a moment; their eyes both speaking their own unique language to eachother, without the assistance of any vocalization.
