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Espresso and a poem written by me today. ☕ Another day is always another day to read and write, so enjoy it every second that you can.

The day we first met

And I wonder would I still be alive if we never met

What do you mean?

I reply taking in a breath

What could she mean by it?

Did I really change her life that much

Yeah I mean I don’t think id want to live in a life without you

But that doesn't mean you wouldn't have found someone worth living for

Yeah I guess you are right

There is a silence between us for just a moment

It almost felt peaceful but I could tell she wanted to say more

She always played with her hands when she wanted to speak more

And right now she was

But I didn’t want to force her to say it

So I waited

Id wait for as long as she needed till she was prepared

She takes a breath in before responding

I wouldn't want to live for anyone else you know?

A chuckle escaped my lips

If it helps I wouldn't want to marry anyone else

Huh? You’re not even going to say you wouldn't live for anyone else? Even if it was a lie?

I don't lie to you and i'm not going to start now

There is a pause

I cant promise you if you weren't around I wouldn't live for someone else

Id live for my family or for my dog but not someone as important as you

You said you wouldnt live for someone else

But I would have

I wanted to tell you something as important as yours was

Cause it's true

I wouldn't marry anyone else if you weren't around

She laughs

Her laugh as if the gods themselves came down and blessed her with the perfect smile

As if the angels themselves are singing when she laughs

What I would give to hear it all the time

She responds

You know for being a year older than me you do have an innocent look on love

What do you mean?

I can't explain it you just always look as if you

I think back on that moment all the time

The moment where I was so sure we would be together forever

The moment that I knew for the first time in my life that I was making the right choice

I wasn't second guessing myself or even doubting

Because I knew you would be there

I thought that wasn’t a lie

I thought we promised to be together forever

Just like in our vow

Though I supposed we promised

Till death does us part

But even I wouldn't let that stop me from loving you

So now I sit here wondering Eloise?

Did you mean what you said?

Because right now its feels like I was the reason you died

That if we never met you would still be here

Maybe it's my fault for holding you too tight?

Maybe it's my fault for not letting you go when you wanted

But you have to understand Eloise I loved you more than life itself

But you loved life more than you loved me

Im sorry it had to end this way

And i'm sorry I wasn’t as innocent as you thought

And I wish I was sorry for what I did to you

But you have to understand

You left me with no choice

And now I know you can’t leave me

Ill keep our promise and never leave you

I will take care of your grave till the day i part this life

Please forgive me my dear Eloise

Forever yours,

Iris

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If you’re suffering from an eating disorder and still eating, I’m so fucking proud of you.

The library creaks as the doors slammed shut, it echoes like whispers in the wind . The man lets out a sigh “ Great, another night in paradise. “He mumbles the stale soda slides down his throat as he takes a swing. The dim lights from the computer reflect on his badge, while the sound of the camera monitor hums lightly, the sound reminding him of his ex-girlfriend, Jessica,who never could stop talking . The man leans back on the chair his fingers tap on the chair, and he groans and throws his head back and looks back at the cameras,” what a joke “He shakes his head, his mouth lets out a huff, remembering the events of today, rumors about this library haunted or even cursed things happen weird things kids going missing to women and men going insane To him, it was all just talk.

. The lights flicker as the computers shut down, “Oh, you got to be kidding me, “he mumbles, he lets out a sigh as he stands up and grabs his flashlight.  He clicked it on, waiting a moment for the weak beam to illuminate. He pushed open the door, stepping into the library's vast emptiness. The air was thick with dust, its musty smell wrapping around him like a heavy blanket. A faint, almost imperceptible chill lingered in the air, despite the warmth outside. The floorboards creaked under his feet as he stepped further into the silence.

Rows upon rows of big towering shelves stood before him, their re,d dark wooden frames lined with forgotten volumes, some old and brittle, pages that could crumble with just a touch, others appearing new. The spines were faded, their titles barely readable in the dim light, as if the books themselves had aged out of time. Some shelves bulge under the weight of so many books, others stood straight but had an unnatural air of neglect. The books, scattered carelessly in places, looked like they’d been just shoved back after someone had pulled them free, their pages curling and yellowing. The lights flicker on and off, casting shadows across the room, stretching like fingers of some unseen hand. The table, worn down, sat in the center of the room, the surfaces covered in dust and stains, as if they had witnessed things better left forgotten. papers and open books, open a testimony of someone reading it, like someone had left in the middle of reading it, as if the reader had suddenly dwindled. The silence was unnerving but broken by the faint hum of the overhead lights. The air felt still as if something was watching him, something that knew he was there but waiting. Watching. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the emptiness, bringing the eeriness of the space . He moved slowly his flashlight cutting through the darkness ahead. But as he passed one of the shelves something caught his attention from the conner of his eye . A movement in the shadows. He froze. At first he thought it was just his imagination, but the hairs on the back of his neck proved otherwise. The flashlight flickered in his hand, casting erratic beams of light that danced across the rows of books. In the dim light, he saw it a figure pale and indistinct just at the edge of his vision standing between two bookshelves. It was gone before he could blink, but he could feel its presence in the room like a breath of something cold against his neck. His Heart raced as his feet step forward slowly approaching the spot where the figure had been. The floor bends under his weight and for a split second, he thought he heard a whisper soft, barely audible, like a voice calling his name.“Hello?” he called out, his voice trembling slightly.

No response. Just silence.

He took another step, but as he did, the lights above him flickered violently and went out, plunging the library into complete darkness. The flashlight in his hand flickered, then died, leaving him in absolute blackness.

He fumbled for the flashlight switch, his breath growing shallow, panic creeping in.

Suddenly, he heard something—soft at first, then growing louder—a faint tapping sound. Someone or something was walking toward him in a fast pace.

His pulse hammered in his ears. His mouth went dry as the footsteps grew closer, louder, until they were right beside him.

A whisper in the darkness, almost too soft to catch.

“Run…”