'Sup everyone! I finished another one shot for this fanfic which is a miracle considering the new school year starting and all the assignments I've been drowning in lately. Word of advice never take two honors classes and an AP class at the same time….but anyway onto the Negaishippy cuteness. Well this one's kinda more feels than anything, but still enjoy!

Chapter 13: N is for Nightmares

Screams and cries jolted him from the serenity of sleep. Amber eyes snapped open and muscles tensed as his brain registered the sudden and violent movement beside him.

"No! No! NOOO! COME BACK! CO-COME BACK TO ME! DON'T LEAVE! PLEASE! WAKE UP AND COME BACK TO ME!"

A rush of air escaped his chest and dread wasted no time in filling the space as realization entered his sleep fogged mind.

'Looks like it's going to be one of those nights again,' The thought echoed in his mind but was forgotten as the screams raised in volumes and pitch along with a strong jab to the back. Grunting at the sudden impact Ash knew that this time these midnight terrors weren't going to release the one he loved from their tortuous clutches without a fight. Not that they ever did. There was always a fight.

Taking a short breath, Ash braced himself for what was to come and then abruptly sat up. He slightly regretted this action as he was immediately assaulted with an onslaught of failing limbs.

Holding up his arms to defend his face from the attacks the man with raven hair called out to the figure beside him. "Calm down. Come on, babe, you gotta calm down." Despite using a tranquil tone, one to discourage any more panic it went unheard and did nothing to reduce the screams. "Iris. Wake up. Please, I know you hear me. Iris wake up-UGAH!"

All the air was abruptly knocked out of him as a strong blow to the abdomen lashed out from the darkness. Without even a moment to get a gasp of air in his lungs an open palm struck his face, followed by a raking of nails across one of his z narked cheeks. Ignoring the stinging pain Ash reached out and caught the limb but wrist and held on firmly.

"N-NOOO! ST-STOP! LEAVE ME...LEAVE ME ALONE! D-DON'T! PLEASE!." These words could hardly be distinguished from the howls of terror as he felt the hand try to pull away with all it's strength.

Still disoriented from sleep and trying to catch his breath, Ash went along with the movement and allowed himself to be sharply jerked forwards. Now closer he captured the other thrAshing arm by the wrist and then pinned both arms to the woman's sides with both hands. "It's okay Iris. Listen to me and wake up!" He gave her a strong shake and then another and then a third. "Iris, please I know you can hear me," his words were nothing but a whisper that trailed to her ear as he pulled the woman he loved close and hugged tight in his embrace.

When there was a break in the distressed shrieking and the figure he held close went slightly limp, a rush of air escaped Ash's lips. The raven haired man listened to his wife's shaky gasps slow to steady but rigid inhale and exhale. Knowing that Iris was rather unpredictable during these times Ash, maintaining his soft whispering voice, inquired, "Are you alright?" Silence was all that greeted him, and it lasted throughout the darkness for a long moment. But Ash knew better than to try voicing this question again. So he sat. Patiently waiting as he held his princess in his arms.

"Mmm...Mfth…" This along with various unidentifiable noise resounded through the air, altering Ash that he was successful in leading Iris out of the prison of her mind and into reality once more. With his eyes now more adjusted to the surrounding darkness Ash could make out his wife's smaller frame. she was huddled close to his chest, breathing steadily. For a moment he thought that this night's edition of terrors were over but without any warning the soft sounds of Iris's awakening to consciousness escalated into another scream of terror.

Startled by this Ash wasn't able to comprehend any of the words that Iris had started to yell all he was able to recognize was a sudden dizzying pain to the forehead and his princess wrenching away from his grasp. "Hey, I-Iris it's me!" Ash slurred as he slowly reached up and nursed a quickly forming welt, an indication that his wife had just headbutted him in a frantic attempt to get away from the nightmare she was so conived she was still trapped in.

"NO! D-DON'T!...ST-STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Her voice, choked with fear and tears, echoed through the darkness. "DON'T H-HURT M-ME!"

"I'm won't," Ash whispered, advancing towards her trembling form slowly. "I promise. I'd never hurt my beautiful princess."

The sounds of movement abruptly ceased and words, mostly inaudible, emitted from Iris. They sounded confused, her muddled brain didn't seem to comprehend the name he would sometimes call her by. Using this to his advantage Ash moved a bit closer and then swiftly but gently pulled her close once more.

When there was a startled sound and movement Ash quickly reassured her that it was him, the man she loved and teased constantly with the nickname of little kid.

"...Ash…ASH!" The woman's hands reached out in the darkness and clutched the material of her husband's shirt, her face buried in his chest as her warm salty tears poured from her tightly closed eyes. The once screaming woman repeated the man's name numerous times, each repetition becoming more and more inaudible and muffled as she sobbed. The entire time the one that embraced her silently listened, rocking her back and forth gently and soothingly ran his fingers through her long royal purple hair, being careful not to snag his fingers in any of the tangles and knots. An entire five minutes of this went by before a different string of words slipped past her quivering lips. "...Yo-You're...You're okay? Te-Tell me...tell me you're o-okay, Ash!...P-Please...d-don't leave me. You're okay? Right? R-Right?! Do-Don't l-leave...p-please...please..."

These words couldn't be given an appropriate response considering that Ash had no idea what they meant. It was more than likely she was still stuck in the dream world where her doubts were inevitable. Tuning out to his wife's whispering words Ash let his eyelids, suddenly heavy from sleep now that she was relaxed, droop close.

With his body gone slack he did a quick assessment of the blows this nightmare had left him with. A hit to the back, an impact to the stomach, a scratch, a slap and a headbutt all to the face. 'I'm going to be all black and blue by morning.' The thought crept sluggishly through his sleep fogged mind and was quickly followed by a second one that strongly agree with the first.

'This will be just like all those other times. The rude awakening to her screaming, the punches, kicks and other painful assaults launched at me when I try to calm her down. Then there's the sleepless hours trying to get her to go back to sleep and the crying…all the crying as she asks me to forgive her over something that she swore she had under control even though-' Ash inhaled sharply, ceasing the thoughts in his head and then silently scolding himself. 'What am I doing? I shouldn't think like that! This isn't Iris's fault, she can't help the way she acts when these nightmares torment her. And as her husband I should never complain about this. Hell, I should be use this by now, it's been going on for years and Iris-'

"As-Ash!" The shrill shriek of his name caused amber eyes to snap open and yanked the said man away from his thoughts. "No! D-Don't…wa-wake up don't le- wake up!" Iris shouted her voice hoarse and distraught.

"I-It's okay. I'm right here, Iris. I-I'm not going anywhere." Ash stammered out. Resuming the soothing stroking of her hair and gentle swaying that had abruptly stopped as a result of getting tangled in his own thoughts. "I'm sorry…I was just…nevermind."

There was a soft whimper from the figure in his arm. "….I-I'm sorry, I-I just th-thought…Ash…you in my d-dreams…gone…you were gone…I-I was so…so terrified…I-I thought…maybe…" Iris's words were strung sloppy together by a string of gasps and choked sounds all while riding on a trembling weak voice that cracked ever so often.

Iris wasn't ready to explain yet. She never was, not this soon. The purple haired beauty need time to recollected her shattered soul. Ash knew this.

Resting his cheek against her soft hair the raven haired man softly whispered. "It's okay." These two words were enough to silence her rambling. Pausing to take a small breath, and smiling slightly when the faint scent of that flowery shampoo his beloved would always use tickled his nose, Ash went on to say, "How about…we turn on the lights? Will that make you feel better?"

He felt the slow movement of Iris's nodding head.

"Alright." Ash, taking caution to in not making any random or sudden movements slowly started to pull away from the woman he loved. But as his fingertips slowly slipped away from around her waist he felt a dull pain dig into his back and shoulders.

"N-No!" While Iris's tone sounded alarmed, the airy and near silent volume would have made a blind person believe she was nothing more than a helpless terrified child. And at the moment she was. With fist fulls of her husband's shirt in her hands, completely oblivious to how her nails pierced through the fabric and dug deep into his skin, and another wave of tears threatening to overflow from her tightly shut eyes, a sniveling weak child was what this nightmare had reduced her to. And like any terrified child would do she began to plead. "Don't leave me here…I-I don't want to be alone…not again."

A sigh, one of pity and sympathy, deflated Ash's chest. Oh how he hated to see this princess like this. It made his heart ache knowing that nothing, not even him, could free her from the nightmares that terrorized her. "Okay, I won't leave." Ash said. "I'll just carry you like the princess you are."

There was a bit of squirming and squeaks from the latter, but Ash managed to scoop Iris up in his arms. Carrying his wife in order to walk about two feet to turn on the light. A simple task turned difficult all because of a woman's fears. To others this act sounded preposterous, but Ash wouldn't have it any other way. How could he, when he loved Iris so much?

"It might be a bit bright," Ash warned after he had maneuvered his way through the darkness and found his way over to light swtich. With the push of a button the bedroom lights switched on, causing Ash to cringe and blink a few times before his eyes adjusted. With the large master bedroom illuminated amber eyes darted around to take a quick survey of the damage this nightmare has caused. He was relieved to see that no major damage was done. A few pillows were scattered across the room, and the bedsheets were in disarray but nothing more. He inwardly sighed, knowing that a few times Iris had knocked over a lamp, broken a forgotten glass left on the nightstand and ever have injured herself while in her panicked state, one even ending with a trip to the hospital.

"Y-You're okay…" Eyes, the color of melting dark chocolate, stared up at him. They were wide with what could only be relief and portrayed a sense of innocents due to how red and swollen they were and how unshed tears made the two dark chocolate orbs appear glassy. Iris stared for a long silent moment, barely breathing as she took in the sight of the man that held her. Ash did the same, taking account of her loose fitting nightgown, a pale pink dress like garment that was now terribly wrinkled and had one of the straps slipping down her shoulder exposing cleavage that she would always be so quick to hide from him, complaining that their slightly larger than normal size was embarrassing to her, even though he would always say otherwise. Long dark royal tresses were now a tangled mess and stuck up in different directions as it trailed messily down her back. Ash returned his gaze to his beloved's face and frowned slightly at the tear stains that trialled down her face and the mucus that dripped from her nose. Hating to see Iris's face with such depressing tears on them, he made an effort to wipe it all away but stiffened when she suddenly reached up a trembling hand and touched his face with her fingertips. Ash twitched underneath Iris's featherlight touch and silently sighed with relief as she removed her fingernails from where they had dug into his flesh. Using both hands Iris cupped her husband's face. "You're okay." She repeated softly. A fragment of a smile ghosted over her lips as she pinched and pulled on Ash's z marked cheeks.

Giving a small chuckle leaned his face against her open palm, the same one that had smacked him minutes before, reassuring her. "Yup, I'm okay. I never wasn't okay to begin with." When she retracted her hands and lowered her gaze he smiled warmly at her childish look, but said nothing of it as he carried her back to their king sized bed and place her back onto of the disheveled blankets.

He too climb onto the bed and leaned against the headboard. The yearning for sleep quickly overtook him and his heavy eyelids drooped close over amber eyes. However, Ash knew sleep would elude him. The room was far too bright, the bruises that he had received were starting to throb as they settled and he knew that Iris could call out to him at any given moment. Not in terror, but to talk like they always did after a nightmare. But there was a long silent moment, with nothing but their slow steady breathing and shifting movements resounding every now and then.

"Do...do you want to talk about it?" The question came out slow, soft and coated with uncertainty. Ash had never been the one to bring up the nightmare. His princess would always just start to talk...but she would never wait such a long time before breaking her silence. Peeking an eye open he saw that Iris had bunched up the blankets around her in a loose manner, those mesmerizing eyes looked distant as she started vigilantly at the clock on the wall. She was lost in thought and completely oblivious to his question. The raven haired man parted his lips to repeat himself but was startled when Iris abruptly snapped her head to look at him. Dark chocolate eyes still wide with the remains of fear." We don't have to talk about it tonight," but they always did, "We can wait until tomorrow morning if you want, babe." Ash would always give Iris and option. He never forced her.

Iris turned her eyes downcast as she reached up to wipe away water that had fallen without her realization. There was a pause before Iris moved from her spot and cautiously scooted towards her husband. Giving a crooked smile Ash beckoned her forwards and allowed her to rest her head against his chest as he used a hand to slip around her waist to hold her close. "I...I-I'm...sorry," Iris stammered out softly

She always apologized. There was no need for it, but the woman with purple hair had never gone one nightmare without doing so

Ash gave his usual response to her unnecessary apologies. "It's okay, I know you didn't mean it. You never do."

Large eyes looked up at him, they were wide with fear once more and they were accompanied with a rush of words. "You...you fell. You fell so far and for so long, Ash. And then...th-then you hit the g-ground...there was b-blood. So much bl-blood...everywhere." She paused to swallow thickly and to take a breath, still staring intensely at him she resumed. "...A-And you just started up a-at me...but y-you couldn't see me...y-you were g-gone…I-I was screaming f-for you but...y-you couldn't answer...y-you were g-gone..." Iris's breath started to hitch in her throat as it accelerated at to an unsafe pace. Streams of tears started to leak from chocolaty eyes once more. "Then t-the..cr-creature tried t-to...it tried t-t-t-" She finally broke her words becoming nothing more than inaudible sobs.

"It's okay. I'm okay. Nothing gonna hurt you. It was nothing but a nightmare..." This was all Ash could do. Say soothing words and hold her close. Anger burned him at the thought of not having the ability to do more. To rescue Iris from the figments of her imagination. But at this moment the anger burned three fold than what it normally did. This, the sobbing, the screaming the state his princess was in, was all his fault.

'How damn stupid can I be?!'Ash scolded himself as he clenched his jaw in frustration, listening helplessly to the muffled sobs of Iris. 'I should have never watched the movie with her.'

It had been about three days ago when the two had some free and decided to spend the evening watching TV. After about ten minutes of channel flipping they had stumbled upon a movie that was about to begin, they had never seen the movie before and agreed that it would be nice to watch something new. The film was about a couple, young just like them, who go camping in the woods and as the eery music suggested, they weren't alone. It turned out some mutated monster was on the loose and was hungry for human flesh. It was nothing more than a basic survival/horror film, the visuals and music were nice but the acting was downright awful, so much so that Ash had actually dozed off halfway through.

And was rudely awaken by the sounds of screaming.

He had snapped his eyes open and expected to see his wife a sobbing mess. But it turned out to the be the TV, with the movie playing the exact scene Iris had just described. The main female's lover had just fallen to his gruesome death, trying to save her, and the monster was slowly approached to devour and shred his corpse to pieces. Still screaming the woman had started throwing rocks and things at the beast, angered it and was about to meet her own bloody demise when another character swooped in and saved the day or something like that. What had happened afterwards wasn't to memorable, but once the movie came to an end, Ash stared at Iris.

Her dark brown eyes just stared blankly at the credit rolling across the screen, but other than that he hadn't notice anything unusual. She had snuggled up next to him, which was normal when they watched movies, all the popcorn had been eaten and when he asked if she was okay, Iris had answered that she was fine without falter in her voice and even went as far as declaring the movie as cliche and childish. Throughout the passing two days there were no warning signs that another midnight horror could be on the horizon anytime soon.

'She must be getting better and better at hiding her emotions,' Amber eyes closed with and a sigh of frustration escaped him. 'And I must be getting worse and worse at picking up on them. Damn...'

"You won't die...you'll won't leave me, right, Ash?" Iris whispered, her voice still muffled as she press her face against his chest.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Promise me you won't!" Iris demanded lifting her face that bore an expression of anger and distress at the same moment. "Say that you promise you won't leave me alone! I don't want to be alone...I can't handle being alone...n-not again…" Her sobs reduced her to nothing but a trembling figure in his arms one more.

"Iris…" Ash gingerly cupped her face in his large hands. She refused to look at him, but Ash didn't force her. He never did. Instead he kissed the milk chocolate skin of one of Iris's cheeks, ignoring the salty tears that flowed down it. "I promise I'll never leave you. I love you." He kissed her other cheek, this time gaining her attention.

Tear filled eyes stared up at him. "I-I...I love y-you to, Ash."

Smiling at that innocent look on his wife face he went on to say. "That's good to hear. Besides if you didn't love me, I know a stupid little kid like myself would have never had a chance with being with a woman as strong, wonderful, funny and beautifully perfect as you." A small sound, something that resembled a giggle, emitted from Iris. "If I were to be honest, I think it should be me asking you not to leave me, Iris." There was a bit of silence in which Iris just stared up at him, an intimate expression replacing her sadden one. Not knowing what else to do the raven haired man stole this moment to lean in and press his lips lovingly against hers.

The intimate gesture lasted for a few moments before it was broken by Iris. She didn't look at him, but instead wrapped her arms tightly around him and cried again. This time tears of joy and relief.

'I wish I could do more for her.' Ash thought. 'I wish I could keep her from having nightmares forever….but after all she's been through...this nightmare thing is something she'll have to suffer with for the rest of her life. At least she doesn't have to do it alone.'

Ash had served his duty as 'the nightmare patrol' for quite some time now. Always calming Iris down and easing her back to sleep. But before ever meeting Iris, it would always boggled his mind about how his beloved made it through these long nights without him and more importantly what had stared them in the first place. He would ask, but would never receive a clear answer. the last time he had asked, it had sparked an argument and had ended with Iris yelling that it was something he didn't want to know.

But Ash did want to know, it was the only thing he could think of to help her! So after endless pondering and discreetly gathering information from Iris's adopted father, he was able to piece together a believable answer.

Her childhood. Well not that you could even call it that. The happiest years of Iris's life had been abruptly cut short when she orphaned at the age of six. From what he could imagine the next few years of her life were nothing more then living nightmare. She would go back in forth between foster homes and the orphanage, switching between multiple families. Iris would always go running to them, hopeful for a good future and yearning for the attention she so badly missed and wanted, only to get rejected and heartbreakingly sent back. Each family and each return added one more blow to her ability to trust, to recognize love, and in the end she retreated into a cold impenetrable shell. And that's when the transfers stopped and she remained in the orphanage, no one wanted a child with a such a cold and unpleasant attitude and couldn't receive or return love and trust. But worst of all no one wanted a little girl that had suddenly developed a fear of the night and would sporadically start screaming and thrashing in the night without warning. No one wanted Iris. Five years she felt like this, unwanted and unloved, but then Drayden came along, scooped up her broken pieces and helped build her into the young woman she was today. Anyone would think that the story would end happily. But Drayden could only do so much. Her memories remained and her hidden emotional scars haunted her by day and terrorized her at night.

Being convinced that this had to be the answer, Ash had foolishly asked if he was correct. Instead of answering his wife stared long and hard at him before she went to their room, packed a bag and declared that she was going to visit Drayen for the evening. That evening molded into a weeks worth of evenings with no answers from Iris no matter how many times he called. Uncertainty, heartbrokenness and panic would fill Ash's entire being whenever the thought of Iris ending their marriage over one stupid comment entered his mind, but was relieved when she came back. Well it was more like Drayen had brought her back. After soft conversation between the two, Iris had nodded her head to the older man, embraced him and then went over to her husband. Iris had paused, looked him in the eyes for a second or two before kissing him and offered to make dinner all the while smiling like the previous events hadn't even happened. Ash was utterly dumbfounded and never really figured out what had happened during the week Iris had spent with her adopted father but Drayen had left Ash with the stern words of never asking him or bringing up Iris's past ever again. It was at that moment Ash realized that Iris didn't want people to know about her past... She didn't want to look back on it and didn't want help. His wife refused to let anyone see through the barrier she had built around herself. She wanted her fragile emotions to be hidden forever and Ash continuously cursed himself for being too dense to figure it out.

When he had first met Iris, she was so hesitant to join him on his journey and even more hesitant to open up. When they started dating Iris had shut off her emotions, no more happiness or love emitted from her like it previously had. Not only that she would accuse him of his love not being genuine, saying that it was nothing more than fake little kid puppy love. It got to the point where the relationship appeared so one sided that a heartbroken Ash, was convinced that the beautiful girl didn't want to be with him. But when this was brought to Iris's attention, she had broke down in tears, reassuring him that she did in fact love him and begged him not to leave, admitting that the her behavior was solely because of not knowing what to do in a relationship. At that moment, Ash was too overjoyed to wonder if her words had a deeper meaning and ignorantly lead Iris through their relationship. It wasn't until their seemingly picture perfect relationship amounted to them living together that Ash abruptly found out about the nightmares, it had terrified him to be awoken to such loud screaming and vicious thrashing so much so that the brief thought of Iris being insane flashed through his mind. It wasn't until a distraught Iris had requested him to call Drayen, despite it being two in the morning, that he had learned of Iris's night terroriers and slowly but surely learned how to handle them with her through a series of talks he had with the older man when he would come over from time to time. Iris's adopted father would still make this visit routinely and although he mostly spent his time with Iris, Ash didn't mind. The raven haired man would always smile at the sight of his wife having a good time with the first man that loved her and cared for her unconditionally. But even with Drayden's guidance whenever Iris's dark thought would consume her, she still ramble about how she didn't want him to leave her.

"You can't leave me, not like all those people at the foster homes did!" Iris would cry. "...a-and not like my parents...I can't be alone again…"

This fear of being alone was so traumatizing for the the woman with purple hair that she had shed tears with an emotional combination of joy and horror on their wedding day and when their-

The sudden creaking sound of their bedroom door opening arrested Ash's attention. Lifting heavy eyelids once more he spied two bright amber orbs that were identical to his, peeking out from behind the door.

"Is...Is something the matter?" A small voice ask, large amber eyes tinted with worry and brows dipped in conceren. "I heard screaming…"

"It's...it's nothing buddy," Ash answered was new. Never once during the time when a nightmare would begin and when Iris had fallen back asleep had their little four year old Daniel emerged from his bedroom down the hall. With Daniel being a heavy sleeper, Ash never considered that this moment would happen. "How about you go back to bed?" Ash asked, not really knowing what to do.

His father's words were ignored. "Mommy! Why are you crying?" Daniel questioned, his eyes growing wide as he noticed his mother's frazzled appearance. The little boy, with his messy dark purple hair and cladded in his Pikachu onesie, wasted no time in climbing up onto the large bed.

Not knowing if Iris wanted their son to see her like this Ash attempted to get Daniel back to bed but Iris interjected. "It was just...just a nightmare." She said, her voice still slightly hoarse and shaky as she managed to smiled weakly.

"A nightmare?" Daniel asked, as he settled between his parents and stared up at his mother worriedly.

Iris nodded. "Yes." She reached down and playfully pinched one of her son's cheeks that were marked with zs, just like the man she had married. "I'm sorry for waking you up," she darted her eyes away, "and for having you to see me cry...like a little kid." She gave an airy laugh.

"Mommy's not a little kid!" Daniel exclaimed, hopping up onto his feet and pointing dramatically,a habit he had picked up from Ash, at Iris. "you're a Dragon Master and Pokemon Champion of Unova!" Ash smiled at his child's enthusiastic outburst and nudged Iris as she blush slightly. "And because you're not a little kid, you can't cry," Daniel climbed up on his mother's lap and fiercely rubbed away the tears from her cheeks. "Smiles are much better!" He then pulled on his mother's face and forced her to grin stupidly, and then flashed one of his own to match.

"Owie! ow! Stop it you little goofball!" Iris squealed, her sadness now forgotten. She captured her son around the waist and Ash joined in on the fun by ticking the boy's belly.

For the next fifteen minutes the family roughhoused. Tickling and having a brief pillow fight. And during these mere minutes Ash could see his wife's whole demoer changed. She was no longer that crying women he had held in his arms previously. It made him happy to see her smile brightly again.

"Mommy?" Daniel asked in a sleepy voice. He now rested in the space between his parents after they had agreed to let him sleep with them for the night.

"Hmm?"

"I hope you don't have anymore nightmares."

Ash paused mid step as he made his way back to the bed after turning off the lights. He listened in the darkness to the long silence and was surprised at his wife's answer.

"...Why's that?"

"'Cause...nightmares are scary."

"Yes...yes they are."

"And I don't want you to be scared, mommy."

"Is that so?"

"Uh-huh. I love mommy way to much and I'd do anything to keep you from being scared! I'll even *yawn* fight of scary ice types and misbehaving dragon types if I have to."

"Well, that's sweet of you Daniel. But you don't gotta do that."

"I don't?" Daniel question, sounding on the very edge of sleep.

"Nope. But...c-could you promise mommy something?"

"Mmm?"

"Promise...that you'll be there for me okay?"

Yeah…" Daniel answered. "I never leave mommy or daddy...never ever...never.." his words were concluded with a yawn and a short moment later small snores.

"And I to promise that I'll never leave you, Iris." Ash whispered to the darkness as he carefully climbed into bed.

There was a bit of silence before it was disrupted by a soft tinkling sound of happiness.

"Thank you, Ash." Iris said softly. "Thank you...for being with me for all this time," she reached over their son and entwined her fingers with his. "And for loving me more than I'd ever thought was possible."

I don't know. I really don't know! Was it too feely? Too emotional? Gah I really hope you guys liked my interpretation of Iris's past. And the feels I hope it wasn't too much and the last part with Daniel, I thought it was cute. But yeah, until next time:

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