IRIS POVI looked at the white ceiling. White the colour that can be changed to any colour by just adding a bit of colour in it. The colour that is put at last in any painting.I have been in a hospital room many times but this time it was different because it wasn't me who was lying on the bed. It wasn't me who was in pain, it was Tristan.Its been three days since the kidnapping and Tristan was still to wake up. I just had some stitches on my forehead and my cheek was swollen but other than that I am fine.But in the case of Tristan the bullet entered his body from the back from the left side and grazed his heart. He is not in coma just that his body needs time to heal.I looked around the room to find nothing interesting. Suddenly a nurse entered the room."When will he wake up? ", I asked the nurse."He will wake up an

TRISTAN POVMiracleThey say it was a miracle that Iris heart has been restored.She came out of the mouth of death and I am very proud of her. After all she is my flower.She is strong, very strong.When her heart stopped that day I thought I lost her. The thought still sends chill down my spine but the doctor rushed in, threw me out of the room and started giving her shocks.That was the last hope and you know what somehow it worked. It was dangerous but it worked.Right now I am sitting next to mio fiore and this feels home.Being with her feels home. Her tiny palms are cold, very cold but I hope my warm hand can provide her some warmth.They say that a person in coma can listen to you, just can't respond.So I do it each day, I read to her, talk to her, braid her

IRISThree weeks later...A yawn left my mouth. I have been reading the book in my hand from the past two hours.What is it called? Alchemist yeah Alchemist.As I tried to move my back hurt but I dare not say a word otherwise my boss aka Tristan as he likes to be called by me will throw another tantrum. Let me tell you he is such a child.Always throwing tantrums but it is somewhat cute to see such a masculine and grown up man pouting."Do you want to sleep Iris?", Tristan asked me softly and I nodded my head.For the first week when I woke up from coma he used to call me with all sorts of endearments but I wasn't comfortable with it.Firstly he is my boss and secondly it left me embarrassed. Even the nurses used to giggle."Lo....Iris come back to earth.", Tristan stated.

IRIS POVA fresh start.How wonderful these words sounded. And when he said these words he had a deeper meaning to them.I know it very well that he is hiding something from me but somehow I know it has to be in my favor.That's why I don't want to know.I muttered these word under my breath as I pushed open the doors.In front of me proudly stood a vast orchard garden.Ahead of me, it was decked with different types of flowers lined up with fruit trees having those of apples and berries.Small little bushes to the multiple colors of daisies, lilies and roses.It was beautiful. I had always dreamed of having a garden. Nature was something that I closely relate to. It always gave me strength and inspired me.I put both my hands over my mouth to stop myself from gasping.