She couldn't accept it...
Even knowing that it wasn't his fault.
She couldn't accept him coming to her with another woman's scent on him.
Brandan was silent for a while, said nothing, and turned to enter the bathroom.
Iris heard the sound of the shower water falling inside. She closed her eyes, her thin back leaning against the door, then, as if she had lost all strength, she slowly slid down the door, burying her face in her knees, hugging her legs, and began to cry silently.
It felt like there was a hole in her heart, cold wind blowing in as if trying to freeze all the blood in her body.
*
When Brandan came out, Iris was already asleep on the bed.
He walked over silently, lifted the blanket, and slowly wrapped Iris's body.
He knew she wasn't asleep.
Iris faced away from him, her eyes somewhat vacant as she stared into the void. After a while, she slowly exhaled and closed her eyes.
That sleep was plagued with nightmares.
