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Chapter 57

Author: N. C. Harriet
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-26 13:17:24

IRIS

He hasn’t said a word in minutes.

He just stands there, near the window, his arms folded across his chest, jaw tight. The sun’s nearly set, casting gold across his face and making the shadows beneath his eyes more pronounced. He looks… hollow. Like someone carved something vital out of him and forgot to fill the space back in.

I watch him from the couch, legs curled beneath me. The air between us is still charged. I don’t speak. Not yet. Not when the weight of whatever he’s carrying is still pressing so visibly on his shoulders.

There’s something in his stance, his stillness, that keeps me glued to the spot. Not fear, but tension. Like if I say the wrong thing, he’ll crack clean down the middle.

He finally sighs and turns away from the window, pacing slowly, eyes down. His fingers twitch at his sides like they want to be busy, fighting, gripping a blade, doing something other than sitting with himself.

I can’t take it anymore.

I rise quietly from the couch and walk toward him. H
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