Contention

IRIS

I saw his eyes widen, and I started to wonder if he did hear what I said. I doubted he was breathing freely, for he seemed so still that if it weren't for the blinking of his eyes, one might think he was almost dying.

He pointed to her, "She's mine?"

I nodded, feeling my eyes become teary in seconds. Andrea wasn't helping matters, for she had her hands reaching up to him to take her away from me.

Everything about them was so alike; I watched him rake through his hair in exasperation, and she did the same, running her hand through her hair while mumbling.

He laughed, "You saw what she did." He looked at me, chuckling in amusement, then brought his hand, which she held in hers, squeezing with her tiny fingers.

Then he took her from me, holding her carefully like she was glass, wrapping his hands around her, sniffing her hair, and whispering, "You're mine. Goddess! You're mine."

"She's yours," I repeated, and he shut his eyes. I thought I could even hear him inhale deeply.

He pulled