Brandan hesitated for a moment, then walked over and softly called her name.
"Iris."
He thought she was crying.
Last night, she had been crying all along. It clearly didn't hurt at all, but tears kept falling from her eyes.
He didn't understand what was wrong with her.
Iris Harris lifted her head. Her face was not tear-stained, but her eyes looked hazy, making it hard to discern her emotions clearly.
"Smack!"
She raised her hand and gave him a resounding slap.
Brandan's body tensed slightly. He lowered his eyes to look at her. Iris was also looking at him, her eyes misty, revealing no emotions. "Get out."
She spat out a single word.
The atmosphere in the room had plummeted to freezing point.
Iris, however, seemed unafraid of him anymore, casually throwing the cup from the bedside table at him: "Brandan, get out of here!"
The cup still had water in it, and when it hit Brandan's shoulder, it soaked a portion of his clothing.
