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What I wouldn’t give for a few moments with Iris to remind her of our last conversation. Don’t lose yourself in him. Don’t forget your dreams. Don’t follow him. Most of all . . . Don’t choose him.
What if the thing that seems like an impossible dream is within my grasp?
“Center,” he says, linking our fingers and toying with the hair hanging on my shoulder. “If you were mine, Iris, there would be no doubt what position you’d hold in my life. You’d be center. I’d play you at the five.”
Center. I’d play you at the five. If you were mine, you’d be at the center of my life.
“Struggle does not make you weak,” she whispers back. “Struggling against those who hold us is what makes us, over time, stronger than they are. Strong enough to fight back. Strong enough to win.”
“Your dreams and ambitions got swallowed up when you had to follow Caleb,” I say, holding her eyes with mine. “I want you to know there’s someone who will follow you.”
Iris is my constellation. She took the darkness as her cue to shine. It only made her brighter, stronger, and tonight, her hard-won glimmer lights up the sky.
