His weight wasn't acknowledged, nor was the shift as he pulled away from shock. Only the intense grip that squeezed at her insides held her mind, while each heart beat shattered shards into her chest. At that time her house didn't exist, not the bed nor Roan. It was a moment to live in her past, falling into it while her torture commenced.<br/><br/>"Where are they?!" Iris's voice tore, throat still being relieved of it's scratchiness, "Where.." She should have been laying on them, yet the comfort of feathers support her form was gone. Wings, blood stained wings, was all she could process as her brain mended from it's death. Raw expressions of agony and grief stretched across her face, eyes blinking hard to regain vision. The screams had stopped, and her body relaxed momentarily as it eased back into another forced life.<br/><br/>Memories flooded back, he came back, with eyes that were deep enough to engulf her very being. He called her name but she stared blankly, taking in the image of the very man who made her pulse quicken. And it did, thudding through her newly repaired neck as a pressure grew in her chest. Not from lust, not from adoration, but from the realization that trickled back into her psyche the longer she watched him.<br/><br/>Shoulders squeezed by the hands that took her life, Iris opened her lips to speak but could produce no sounds. His tears matched hers, stinging their eyes but with each a different purpose. By then a new pain blossomed, gripping her heart with the reminder of what he had done. Her light, who had claimed himself a monster. The monster, who proved himself by destroying her.<br/><br/>"You.. You murdered me.." whimpers trembled her lips as she spoke the obvious truth, there was no way to hide herself.