Her Home, His Heart | ✓

☆*✿TWENTY-NINE (29)❀*★

♪♪ You lose your way, just take my hand 

You're lost at the sea, then I'll command your boat to me 

Don't look too far

Right where you are, that's where I am ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [Mariners apartment complex ] - [Lana Del Rey]

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Helping Kian was a tough nut to crack. His consistent unwillingness to receive help was driving Esmé against a wall. He found comfort behind his door lying in his self loath and despair. She was sure it was a tactic he was used to giving people, that made them leave him alone for the time being.

A tactic that would have worked perfectly well on her if the reason for the whole despair didn't stand knocking on their door. It was already the day for Kian's father's death anniversary and letting him be wasn't cutting it, especially after her conversation with Persephone the previous day.

He sees his father's death as entirely his fault. If he had done something else... It's what constantly goes through his mind. And he hasn't forgiven himself once because of it.

Persephone's teary tone rang in Esmé's ear, with the distant expression on Persephone's face flashing through her mind.

This alone fueled Esmé to get Kian out of his room. That newfound energy pushed her forth to stand in front of his sepia-brown room door that once again stood tall like a stumbling block to overcome.

Her tapping against the door resounded through the room, loud enough to wake the dead, but it got her no reaction from behind the door. Esmé stalled, waiting for after reaction, but got none.

Esmé's muscles twitched. "Kian!"

A whirlwind of thoughts surged through Esmé's mind with reasons Kian wasn't responding and they made her blood run cold.

Her pulse raced as her fist pounded against the door. "Kian! Come on, answer me!"

A painful minute passed before she heard a low, angry grunt behind the door. "Leave me alone."

Sudden lightness rushed through Esmé, releasing the heaviness of her body. Her eyes fluttered close with her palm pressed to her heart to slow her racing heartbeat.

This soon wore off, and her jaw clenched in response.

There she was, scared beyond her wits because of him and that was the only response he had for her.

"Really? That's the best you've got? Has being stuck in your room for the past three days zapped away a couple of your brain cells that my constant seeking you out hasn't been enough to show that I have no plan to leave you alone?!" Her sharp tone dripped in every single word.

With another angry grunt sent Esmé's way. A series of curses flowed beneath her breath.

I want him to just come on the day. It's nothing big, but I believe it's the first step he'll take to forgive himself.

Esmé took in deep, calculated breaths to calm herself down at the thought. She had taken it upon herself to help get him out, not pour her frustrations on him. She sighed and thought about how he looked the last time she saw him.

His dishevelled state had caused an ache in her chest whenever she thought of it. Losing a loved one was never an easy feat, but she knew it was even worse if one blamed themself for the death. A sudden tightness formed in her throat and she turned away from the door to rest on it, feeling an enormous weight on her shoulders.