Iris: Falling hard

THE MOMENT I close the door with a bang, I can't stop myself from wailing. The floodgates guarding my tears open, and so do the snort gates.

I'm annoyed, frustrated, and angry, wiping my tears with so much vigor—if I put as much effort when exfoliating my skin, I'm sure it'd be supple and super light. Turning by the veranda's corner, I head towards the small gate.

The sound of the door opening and closing comes from behind me and I increase my pace. It can only be Jerald trying to apologize for what he just said. To sum it all up, he called me a traumatized, stubborn, and dense idiot who's always looking for a chance to be flipped about in bed by his friend. He also added that it was because my parents abandoned me when I was a kid.