Andrew had loved Iris longer than even I had. I recall him always talking about some girl that he liked. A girl who was bold and noble. I had just thought he was talking about done random girl and after a while, he had stopped telling me about her, possibly because of my lack of interest.

I had thought he had forgotten about her until the day I met Iris. He had been broken. When I got home that day, he had locked himself up in his room. Of course he had gone home ahead of me and I had wondered ...