"I don't know what you did to him, but whatever it is, please stop." Her expression was weary, tinged with sorrow, "He just wanted to help me. It was me who went with him. It's my fault. If you want to blame someone, blame me."
She only had William as her friend.
Oliver and the others had already become impossible to meet, and she didn't want William to suffer because of her.
A special kind of exhaustion.
Even a sense of being utterly drained.
Brandan listened quietly, his heart was torn, an indescribable pain surged up alongside Iris's words from deep within him.
All along, he understood nothing, everything was kept from him. Yet every time he saw the truth, it was when things came to an end.
Every time was like this.
"I haven't done anything else." His voice was hoarse, he murmured.
All he wanted was for her to come back.
"...Okay." Iris responded, lying in bed and softly said, "Then I'll stay by your side from now on."
Brandan moved his lips, but couldn't utter a word.
