Her Home, His Heart | ✓

☆*✿TWENTY-SEVEN (27)❀*★

This is the second part of a triple update. If you haven't read 26,  scroll back up and enjoy!

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♪♪ Even if I know my place, should I leave it there
Should I give up?
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ[Chasing Pavements] - [Adele]

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 Inevitably, a fierce headache hit Esmé as she stepped into the house. Most of the pressure of the ache came because of the overly strict supervision Persephone gave everyone at Silver Palace that day with the threat of being laid off hanging on their heads.

That was all it should have been about, but the chaotic state of the house she stepped in increased the ache in her head. The cushion pillow laid scattered everywhere but their rightful position on the couch. Papers ripped from their wholesome forms found their ways to every nick and corner of the house.

Her face went pale thinking someone had robbed them, but after taking a second look to see some valuables in their rightful position. She understood the state of things. Somehow, everything had spun out of control with Kian.

Esmé rubbed her temple to give it a massage. She figured in the morning that the lack of Kian's presence at home meant things weren't in their best of terms. She just hadn't realized how terrible it could get.

"Kian?" she called out to him. She scanned the entire room, searching for him, and found him on the floor in between a series of smashed pictures on the floor. Her heart smashed against her ribs as her pulse quickened at the sight of him.

"Kian!" She rushed to him, eager to help him ease whatever pain he was feeling.

"Stop!"

The icy tone of his voice stilled Esmé in her tracks before she could reach him. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Just leave." Kian ground out and stood up. He stumbled, his legs weak beneath him.

Esmé rushed to his side in a flash. Helping him before he could get hurt by the pieces of glass that laid around him only to realize it had already hurt him.

Kian wrenched his hand free from Esmé's grip whilst using the wall to support himself.

"You're hurt, Kian. Y... you need help!" Her voice broke. She stretched her hand to help him again, but he resisted.

"I don't need your help! I don't need anyone's help!"

She flinched as his eyes, vacant and heavy showing his battle to not shed a tear, stared Esmé dead in the face. Her chest tightened at the sight.

Kian hesitated. A fleeting emotion passed through his eyes in a quick second, but it disappeared in the next. He turned away from her as he murmured, "I don't deserve it."

Esmé stared at him, dumbfounded as he stomped by her to his room, slamming the door behind him. Her stomach hardened, and a tightness formed in her throat.

A whimper from her side drew Esmé's attention away from the door down. "Oh, Archie." Esmé slid to the floor by his side, letting her legs give way, eyebrows drawing together.

"What's going on Archie? Everything just seems so wrong and there are just so many questions that I don't have answers to."

Her thoughts drifted back to her day and the hair on her back stood at the memory of Persephone's stern voice pushing for everyone to work five times harder than before.