~ in which the unheard words of a girl, are heard by a boy who has everything but wants nothing ~ **** "My inquiring gaze clearly meant nothing to you as I met your intriguing eyes once more. You were used to being looked at. Used to being analyzed under a microscope and dissected into the sum of your physical parts. My surgical eyes were nothing new to you. " **** Iris Carter was never really one to say "dear". It was too intimate. Maybe even a bit condescending. Certainly too put-together. "Dear Greyson" wasn't how this story was going to begin. Because their story wasn't anything like the sentiment "dear" - it was a mess, a whirlwind, and quite honestly... a mistake. But it was her story to tell... even if she never sent the letter-even if it she had no where to send it to. It was her voice, and for once, she wanted to use it. **** I started this story years back, I just picked it up again. I have no actual plot outline and I'm just letting it take me wherever it wants to go. Enjoy the ride? ✨