Iris' P.O.V.

My heart stoppped for a few seconds.

I stood in front of the bed. It was all my fault. This was all my fault. The love of my life was dead and it was all my fault.

A hoard of nurses rushed in with defibrillators and life support equipment, but in my heart I knew it was too late. You cannot resurrect the dead.

I grabbed all of my stuff and rushed outside, panicking. Wishing everything would go back to the way it was before I met Andy. I wasn't unhappy because of bullying back then, nor was I unhappy because I loved someone so much it hurt. It was just me, the old Iris, the one who used to write poems, draw pictures and dream about a bright future.

As soon as I got outside I was hit by a chilly breeze. It was comforting in a sense, I felt as if the wind was gently massaging my body telling me that everything was okay, even though I knew it wasn't.

I sat down on a bench outside and a wave of tears flushed right over me, like a tsunami flushes over a crowded beach. It had all happened so fast and I felt like I was drowning in emotions. Right there, in that moment, I wish I was apathic. Unfortunately, I was a rather sensitive person.

A car pulled in on the parking lot and a couple got out of it. For some reason, they felt familiar. I pulled up my feet onto the bench and buried my face in my knees. The thought of Andy just made me tear up.

"Excuse me, are you Iris?" The man from the car said.

"Yeah, how come?" My face was still buried, luckily I wasn't wearing any make-up today, or else it would probably all smear onto my black jeans.

"I'm Chris Biersack, Andy's dad."

I looked up to meet his gaze, stood up from the bench, whiped my tears and shook his hand. The woman reached for a hug, and I was happy to oblige.

"Andy has told us so much about you, Iris. I'm Amy." She said, pulling out of the hug and shaking my hand. I felt rather happy to have met these people.

"Now, where's my boy?" Andy's dad said, sounding happy. The tears came back to me as I realized I was the one who had to deliver the news.

"I could show you, if you want to. But his heart stopped. Andy's gone."

They both looked at me with shock and a sense of guilt fell over me. I should've never gone climbing with him.

Notes

I decided to shorten the hiatus and come back with this little chapter, mainly because of all the comments the last one got. There will be another one within the next 24 hours, don't worry. I'll try including a bit more...action I guess?...there.

I'm super-sweaty right now, so imma head out for a while. There is more on the way, so get stoked and hang in there!