A/N: *sigh* Writing this chapter made me feel depressed. IrisXGene doesn't get much spotlight, does it?

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You can never truly love me.

Everyone says I'm lucky. Everyone says its wonderful that Gene has paid attention to me, that Gene loves me. But they never see the real Gene. They don't see him flirting with every girl who walks in, they don't see him when he's drunk. They don't see him stare at me, like I'm just a toy.

Just a toy.

Just a toy to be played with, a toy to break, a toy to use. That is all I am to him. I'm surprised I ever really meant anything to him...I tried so hard to make him love me. But then it didn't matter. He pretended to love me, just played with me like a cat. But then, when no one looks, he abandons me to think and lust over him for the next time he sees it fit to play with me again.

I always wonder. If you hadn't met Melfina, would you somehow fall in love with me? If you had never met that woman Hilda, Twilight Suzuka...the Ctarl Ctarl...would you stay here with me? Would you have fallen in love with me, Gene? Would you have seen me more than a puppet, or a toy?

You said Melfina was not a puppet, not at all. Would you say the same for me? Would you protect me, like you did Hilda? Would you promise me, promise you'd never leave me?

Of course you wouldn't.

I know you don't love me, and that breaks my heart. I try to still be bubbly and cheerful, but I can't. Not when I know your still out there somewhere, still loving Melfina, still arguing and laughing with Jim.

You could never truly love me. But I truly love you Gene, I truly do.