Watching the slowly closing car door, Iris Harris couldn't quite explain how she felt inside, as if she had suddenly fallen from a beautiful dream into reality, leaving her completely dazed.
The weather was gloomy, seeming like it was about to rain, and the air was a bit chilly. Iris watched as Brandan Hyde's car turned around and sped away.
She wanted to laugh a bit, laughing at her own fanciful thoughts earlier, laughing at her own naive delusions—all her naive delusions could be snatched away by just one sweet, trivial remark from Viola Harris.
Taking her home, it was probably just a whim of Brandan Hyde...
Iris felt a headache coming on; she crouched down but couldn't help gently pressing her fingers against her heart, where it hurt so much it made her want to cry.
Brandan, Brandan, Brandan...
She kept chanting his name in her heart, yet she didn't know when even his name ceased to bring warmth to her heart.
