Her Home, His Heart | ✓

☆*✿THIRTY-THREE (33)❀*★

♪♪We got a situation that we can't ignore

    'Cause ignorance is not bliss

    We don't have to take this, no 

   With every big decision

   Comes an equally important share of the risk. ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [Can't back down] - [Camp rock 2]

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 Having Kian decide to let her into his world, not because he wanted to put up appearances and be nice to her, brought an enormous smile to her face, thinking about it. But the smile didn't last long as her eyes settled on the cosmic mountain that lay on her dressing table, taking up the breathing space there.

Esmé moved towards the dressing table and picked the stack of letters Kristin had left for Kian the other day. From the story Kian told her the previous day, she understood clearly the reason for Kian's hatred for her, along with Petra's dislike. This made her wary about giving the letters to Kian, despite her promise to Kristin.

Looking at the letters made her give a lot of thought. What would read them mean to Kian? Kristin seemed to regret having left then and if she had taken the liberty to write that many letters, it meant she had her reasons, and maybe having Kian read those reasons would give him a much-needed closure.

She stepped out of her room and headed to Kian's room, which had his door slightly ajar. A smile made its way to her lips as she raised her hand to knock on the door, remembering her experiences standing outside of that door. Shuffling of feet from behind the door became louder after a quick 'Come in.'

Esmé halted after Kian spoke. In the art of remembering the previous times she made her way to the front of Kian's room door, she had never made her way inside his room. She opened the door slowly, taking her sweet time to pass the threshold she had never crossed.

It felt like stepping into a distinct reality. The brightness that seeped in from the windows at the drawn turquoise blue curtains complemented the pure white painted walls, void of any hung pictures.

He had a fully stacked bookshelf by the side of his king-sized neatly laid bed that held books ranging from medical books to sports news and a couple of novels. A trophy case stood by the bookshelf holding a lot of trophies and awards he won in his younger years. The overall neatness in the room wouldn't have shocked her too much if she had not experienced firsthand the messy way he had been in the previous couple of days.

The only thing that showed that a broody person had lived there was a black scratch by the bedside stool where she assumed he might have thrown something at during his depressed state.

Kian turned around to face her in his seat by his desk, where he was packing up some torn sheets of paper and a broken framed picture. "Sorry about the mess," Kian said, drawing her attention to him.

Esmé's mouth wept slack. Her gaze swept over the entire room once more before settling back on Kian. "You call this is a mess?"

"To some extent it is," he said with a light chuckle, pointing to the carton and a few transparent nylon bags by him where he had placed things he wanted to dispose of.

"Oh no, I'm going to have to disagree with you. Even your dirt is organized, Doc. Definitely not a mess."

A smile tugged at Kian's lips, at the brightened expression on her face. His eyes swept to the stack of letters in her hands and his smile turned into a grin as he stood up making his way to her. "You kept them?" he asked, stretching his hands forward to collect them once he got to her. "I thought you didn't want me to see them before and now you're bringing them to me?" he added with a teasing glint, looking up at her.