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--Phoenix’s POV--

She’s there.

Out.

Completely.

Free from jail.

“Feen--Mr. Wright?”

I felt a drop of sweat form in the corner of my head.

There she is Wright.

Just get her.

No feelings.

Just Iris.

Her name made me shiver.

I don’t know what I was feeling.

I walked over to her, but not looking.

I couldn’t be drenched back with memories.

It pained me too much to bear.

Meeting.

Loving.

Lying.

Talking.

Apologizing.

Forgiving.

Losing.

Crying.

I couldn’t take it once more.

Scars were left on my heart.

Scars that couldn’t heal.

That were unquestionably a pain that I couldn’t stop.

That I couldn’t take.

Feelings that were buried within me.

Feelings I couldn’t look back on.

In fact, I couldn’t look back on anything.

There was nothing to look back on.

Nothing I can say to change anything.

There was nothing left.

I lost it all.

Nothing.

Getting fooled with love.

Things unexplainable.

It’s funny, how far people would go for their love.

It was something I had learned from experience.

When I lost it all.

For the woman I truly loved.

I knew I loved her.

I do love her.

Dahlia Hawthorne.

That name would never leave my heart.

My mind.

My soul.

My past.

My life.

Life.

Do I still have one?

I took a deep breath.

I walked over

“Phoenix…”

I looked at her.

For the first time in 7 years.

A part of me stopped working.

I didn’t know what.

She was beautiful.

Sweet.

I realized what part of her Dahlia didn’t have.

Passion.

Dahlia had lust.

Hate.

Darkness in herself.

Darkness that couldn’t be undone.

Darkness to drive her to murder.

To cover up things she did.

Things she couldn’t hide from the world.

Iris had love.

Beauty.

Sweetness.

Love.

Love to give.

The thing that made me fall in love with her.

With THEM.

I couldn’t resist them.

I couldn’t resist them before.

I was so foolish.

Foolish for love.

It was hidden from me.

By the face of beauty.

Iris had what Dahlia didn’t.

I loved her for that.

Loved.

Loved.

I loved her for it.

For what she had to REALLY give to me.

For what I took and accepted and lost and kept.

For what scarred me.

I lost it.

I gave my heart to Dahlia.

But I lost them both.

And I thought I only gave away one.

The only one I thought I had.

But I had Iris.

I didn’t know.

How would I know?

It was gone.

Then after all those years, I found her.

Locked up in this small temple.

Love.

Where I found it all.

When I though I lost it all.

I didn’t.

There was one to still love me.

She was right there.

Right here in front of me.

Smiling.

Did she still have what I thought she had?

The love that we had?

Did she keep it?

Throw it away?

She couldn’t just do that.

Could she?

Would she really just move on and leave it behind?

After everything.

Everything we had.

It was unexplainable.

Our love led to too many things.

I couldn’t remember them all.

Couldn’t reflect on them all.

It would drench up to many things.

Things I didn’t want to remember.

To dwell on.

To think about.

“Um…Mr. Wright?” her sweet voice said.

I turned back to her, completely lost in my thoughts.

“Oh. Sorry. You’re free now, right?” I asked her, making sure of things.

She nodded.

I took her bags to the car with her following of course.

I opened the door for her and we got in.

When we were both nestled in the car, I sped off.

I pulled up in front of the office.

I familiar feeling rushed through me.

I need to ask her.

But what would I say?

Iris, do you still love me?

Iris…I love you.

Am I being too direct?

I couldn’t ask her straight.

But I had to know.

Had to.

We were both settled in the office.

She had no place to stay.

I offered her here.

She was looking around.

Trucy’s magic tricks thrown everywhere.

“Sorry for the mess. My daugh--AHEM Trucy has her magic tricks.”

I explained.

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.

How would I tell her about Trucy?

Would I explain that she was my daughter?

Adopted?

She was left with me after her father disappeared in my last case?

Would she believe me?

Could she believe me?

Was there any hope for the truth.

Oh damn!

Justice. Apollo Justice.

What was he to Iris?

My son?

He was 22.

I was 33.

That wouldn’t make sense.

Well, in a sense…he’s adopted too.

I stopped, deep in thought.

“Iris…”

She turned to me and raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, Fee--Mr. Wright?”

She seemed to have a problem with what to call me.

I liked it.

How could I forget all those years ago?

The most memorable day of my life.

Love.

When I got it back.

I remembered what I had that day.

I remember what she said that day in court…by heart.

Iris: I want to... I want to apologize to you.

Phoenix: Apologize? To me? For what?

Iris: For the case six years ago, of course.

Judge: I just remembered... Weren't you poisoned by your own lover?

Phoenix: ...Not exactly, but yeah, something like that. Even now... 6 years later, I can hardly believe it. She was going to do it... She was planning to kill me...

Iris: ...It's not all that surprising. The two of you... You hardly knew each other.

Phoenix: Huh...? What do you mean?

Iris: You and my sister... You only met twice.

Phoenix: ...Huh. W-We only met t-twice?

Iris: The first time you met was on that fateful day... The day she poisoned Mr. Armando in the cafeteria of this very courtroom. The next time you met her was... six months later. You met her again on the day that she stole your cold medicine... and Doug Swallows was killed.

Phoenix: N-N-No way! It just... It can't be true! I mean, during our whole relationship, we were...

Iris: ...For those six months... ...the girl that you thought was Dahlia Hawthorne... She wasn't actually my sister.

Phoenix: (Huh? It wasn't Dahlia...?)

Iris: I hope one day you can forgive me... Feenie.

Phoenix: You... Y-Y-You mean...?

Iris: That's right... I lied to you... for six months.

Judge: B-But why...!? Why would you do such a thing?

Iris: Ever since she gave you the bottle that day... my sister was trying to get it back as soon as she possibly could. Because of the police investigation and their surveillance... she couldn't move about freely.

Phoenix: So that's why you...?

Iris: My sister... From the beginning, she was prepared for the worst.

Phoenix: P-Prepared for the worst?

Iris: She thought that you might discover the truth. That's why she was always ready to deal with you at a moment's notice...

Phoenix: (You mean she was ready to kill me, don't you...?)

Iris: She already had so much to answer for, I didn't want any more sins on her soul. I begged her not to do it, and she agreed to give me a chance.

Phoenix: And that's why... you came to me? You came to get the bottle pendant back from me in her place?

Iris: But I couldn't get you to give it back... I failed at something even as simple as that. Six months passed and I still couldn't get it back from you. Finally, my sister couldn't wait any longer. She didn't consult me about her plans for you that day. ...It was the first time that had ever happened.

Phoenix: That was a bit strange, wasn't it? Up until that day, you two were partners in crime, and she would confer with you...

Iris: I think... she must have noticed.

Phoenix: ...? Noticed what?

Iris: My feelings for you. If I had found out that she planned to kill you... ...I would have done whatever was neccesary to stop her. Even if it meant her life... or mine.

Phoenix: I-Iris...!

Iris: After spending half a year by your side... My feelings for you... They changed.

Phoenix: ... I have something to say to you, too.

Iris: Y-Yes?

Phoenix: You really are the person I always thought you were. Even after Dahlia Hawthorne was found guilty... I still believed in you. Iris: ... Thank you.

I tear prickled my eyes as I remembered that very moment.

“Iris…” I repeated.

I took a deep breath.

“Daddy! I’m home from school!” Trucy barged in, Apollo following.

Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit.

OH SHIT.

This chance came a little early.

Premature if I may say.

I was suppose to be alone with her.

But there’s no turning back now.

Here’s my chance.

This was it.

Time to tell all.

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THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!

1: The 1st chapter was good. 2nd was quite angsty. Nice choice on style though.

2: Hm...I think that format is for poetry. But its good.

3: OOOOH!! thats sooo deep!