♪♪ I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight.♪♪
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [Love the way you lie] - [Eminem]
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The person not batting on a full wicket.
The words rang continuously loud in Esmé's head, poking a hole each time in her heart. Her stomach hardened at every poke, each one sharper than the last, and after every pang of pain, came quivering muscles and tightness in her expression. The two emotions battled within her and left her feeling heavy.
It was how it had been for the days that followed the incident.
"If this continues at this rate, I won't have a girlfriend anymore but a statue of her."
Kian's voice broke through Esmé's dazed state and the buzzing and chattering from the television in front of her came into focus.
Esmé turned to Kian, who had a frown on his face. She scowled and turned away, not liking the way her heart sank at the look in his the intense gaze get directed at her.
Lowering himself onto the table in front of her, Kian sighed. He softened his gaze and carefully took her hands into his so she could look into his eyes. "I know you're angry and you have every right to be, but this... it's hurting you way more than it should."
"That's because it does!" she snapped, removing her hands from his and swore beneath her breath.
He didn't deserve her harsh tone in the slightest bit, but after everything that happened with Petra, she wasn't so sure what to expect from the rest. It was a harsh conclusion to come to but she couldn't help herself.
"Esmé..." His phone buzzed beside him, stopping his words, and he turned his attention to it briefly. Seeing the caller ID, he turned it off and focused back on Esmé.
"Hey, look at me," he said as he gently guided her chin up so her eyes locked on his. "Memories or not, you are Esmé, our Esmé, my Esmé and you are enough just the way you are. Every other thing is just a cherry on top. Like I said, your anger is justified, but please don't shut me out because you think I might do the same thing one day. I ..." His phone buzzed again.
"You should pick it," Esmé said, glancing at him hanging up again.
"It's not that important," Kian replied, turning to her.
Esmé didn't miss the 'that' in his statement. So she arched a brow up questioning him and he sighed.
"It's Ronnie."
She stiffened a bit. "What does he want?"
He paused, deliberating his answer. "He wants me to come over. They have heard no word from Petra since and everyone's worried."
Her mouth fell slightly open at the information. While she didn't expect Petra to be all charming with everyone after what happened, she also never expected her to ghost everyone. A part of her that looked at her phone constantly the first day waiting for a call or a message of apology was glad she wasn't the only one being ghosted but another part that was hurt the most was entirely glad for a different reason. At least she was wallowing somewhere in pain.
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Her Home, His Heart | ✓
Romance[Featured] Darkness might be crippling, but the absence of love in the light is devastating. A young woman wakes from a coma after five years with no memory of who she is. There's just one thing on her mind, find a home and if she can, get her memor...
