Irisxjase Review

She sighed and handed it over.

Iris. A flower, a part of the eye, a messenger of the gods. Jase. A healer. A grounding presence. A name that feels like a steady hand on the small of your back. irisxjase

Iris would say it was the night she accidentally stole his drink at a house party. Jase would say it was six months earlier, in a coffee shop, when she was arguing about vinyl vs. streaming and didn’t notice anyone else in the room. She sighed and handed it over

Iris still forgets to text back. Jase still leaves cabinet doors open. They still don’t know where they’ll be in five years — and somehow, that used to terrify them. a part of the eye

Keep going, you two.