Vedant
I go to the one place I know I still can return. Home. Even though I know my laptop is waiting for me there, devoid of any new messages from Iris. Because there will never be any new messages from her. Not anymore.
Iris is dead.
My chest still feels like it’s been cracked open, like someone reached inside the shattered remains and torn out something I didn’t even know I was harboring.
I slam the door behind me as I step inside the house. Everything feels strange, most of all me.
I don’t waste any time and head straight for the cabinet where my father keeps his liquor. I pick the bottle that looks the most expensive, like it’ll pack the heftiest punch.
It splashes too high in the glass as I pour, some of it spilling over my fingers. They’ll be sticky later, but by then, hop
