*Your POV*
After I cried a lot at the airport and Ethan hugged me a lot, everything went pretty fast. The flight was pretty good without any problems. I still don't feel very good but I'm giving my best to get used to it.
As soon as we arrive a cab takes us to the place that my mother was talking about during the entire ride. I look out of the window.. Paris is so different.. so many people.. so many buildings and cars. I already feel uncomfortable.
I feel like this world is too big for me and I know I won't take even a step out of our new house. We stop in front of a big mansion... it's pretty similar to ours but of course way smaller. Enough for us three.
We get off the car and I hear how Ethan and mother put out our suitcases.. I can stop staring at that building in front of me.. this is going to be our new home and I don't know anything about it.. how am I supposed to feel comfortable here?
»Are you ready sweetheart?« My mother puts her hand on my back and I nod. We walk towards the big front door and enter.. I don't say a word.. it's breathtaking and beautiful... the soft lights make everything so warm and comfortable..
I take a few steps in and keep looking around.. there's already some furniture and it's not like our old home but I think we will change it with time.. I already miss the old red leather couches.. the fluffy carpet and the fireplace.. well this one has a fireplace too but it's not the same..
Big windows and stairs.. it's actually a pretty place.. I smile..
»Good.. do you want to see your room?« mother asks and I nod. There's probably already some furniture in it and I still won't consider it as 'my' room but I'll make changes with time.
»I'll show her.« I hear Ethan saying. He has his hands behind his back and smirks at me.. he looks like the devil.. I get goosebumps and pressure my lips. »Some of our furniture and other stuff will be here in a while.. I'll set up some stuff while you two handle your rooms.« he smirks at me and I nod.
»Ladies first..« he says showing me the stairs. I slowly walk them up and end up in something like a loft.. well it's not a loft but I can still see my mother downstairs when I lean over the the railing. Here are a few doors.
Well it's bigger than I thought. He opens a door and leads me in.. I walk in and look around.. I furrow my eyebrows.. it's a normal room.. actually pretty comfortable and good but it feels so strange.. I need to personalize it with lights, plants, pictures and other decorations.
I slide my hands over the furniture and turn around to him. His eyes are on me while he leans against the door frame. Then he walks in and towards me. He furrows his eyebrows as well.
»You're still not happy.« he says as he puts one hand on my waist and the other one on my cheek. I can't help but not change my mimic. I am not happy and lying to him would be stupid. I look at the white furniture. It looks like the room of a psychopath.
His tight grip makes me look at him. »Ethan... how am I supposed to be happy?« I ask him trying not to cry again. I already cried a lot and that's enough. I'm not a cry baby. »I mean look at this! Why is everything white?« I ask him upset looking around.
»I don't know.. but it's not used yet. They are new I think.« he answers looking around as well. I let my head fall back and sigh. He pulls me into a close hug and strikes my head.
»Don't worry.. you'll feel like home again..« he kisses my head and I close my eyes. »Everything will be like it was..« his soft voice calms me down. For a moment I try to imagine that we are somewhere else.. that I'm with him.. somewhere where no one can find us.. I wish I would be alone with him.
