Three days ago...
It's been three days already.
Iris Harris felt a pang of heartache in her chest, then shook her head: "I broke up with him."
"You two!"
Alex Hawk quickly stood up from his chair, staring at Iris Harris for a moment before lifting a hand to tug at his hair in frustration, exclaiming, "What is going on? Is this fun for you? You finally got together, and then just break up so casually? Are you playing games with people?"
"He and I are not meant for each other."
Iris Harris said softly, "Parting might be better."
"Iris, is this how you truly feel?"
"... Whether it's truly what I feel doesn't matter much now." She turned her head slightly, letting out a weary breath from her chest, closing her eyes lightly, "When I'm with him, we always fight. Rather than letting that little bit of love get worn out by arguments, it's better to separate early. That way, when we remember each other later, the memories won't be ugly."
She spoke with such calmness.
