“Are you going to stay at the door all day?” Neriah asks, turning from the TV and glancing at Cainan, who’s been at the door since he came to visit her about ten minutes ago.
Shawn had to leave last night and told her he wouldn’t be able to visit in the morning because of work, but will definitely come over to spend more time with her once he closed. Cainan comes to visit every day as usual, but there was a difference between him and him as much as possible. He tries to stay off mentally and hopes that somehow helps emotionally.
“Not really, what’s on?” He asks, walking into the room. Neriah sees a black shopping bag in his hands and as much as she tries to ignore it and focus on the TV, she can’t and she wonders what is inside it.
“Black Panther,” she answers, looking at the TV before turning to stare at him again. “What’s in your hand?” She asks, her curiosity getting the best of hers.
His eyes drop to the bag in his hands and his hands tighten around the handle as though trying to keep it secure, but he speaks up. “Well, you know how you always said if this cancer didn’t return, you’d be out chasing your dream of being a fashion designer?”
That was a discussion they had last week where she explained basic things about herself to him, including her dreams and aspirations.
“Yeah,” she trails off, not knowing what he’s driving at and isn’t sure she can wait for the revelation of what he’s holding.
“I got you a journal. I want you to sketch out the designs you hope to work on and name what you need and I’ll get it for you.”
She stretches her hand out, and he hands her the bag. She opens the bag and there is a journal and a pencil inside. For a moment she had thought he was pulling her legs and didn’t think he had taken her sad, sappy and boring story into consideration. That he listened means he cared, that he cares means the bad blood between them is less. She loves his company even more than she’d like to admit out loud, and his new attitude makes it hard for her to have a wall around her every time he is near.
She smiles and her hands curl around the pencil, “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”
“You’re welcome.” he sits beside her and watches as she does her work sketching out unique designs for glamorous gowns first then proceedings to skirts tops, blouses and sundresses.
“You’re great at this,” Cainan compliments, speaking for the first time in the past fourteen minutes he’s been watching her sketch. Her expert use of the pencil to make strokes on the journal to bring the drawing of the designs to reality.
It baffles him and leaves him in awe.
“Thanks, it’s always been a dream of mine, to own something big in the name of fashion, and that was why I moved to the city. The city just wasn’t what we thought it would be or what I dreamed it was.” her eyes drop and she places the pencil inside the journal before closing it.
“I’m sorry,” he apologises, feeling the guilt wash over him once more.
She turns to look at him and their faces come incredibly close to each other to the point he can feel her breath on his skin. A part of him wants him to lean in and feel her lips on his and, though it feels wrong, he can’t help it.
“You’re really beautiful,” he gushes unintentionally as his hand lift to stroke her face when the door opens and Shawn walks in.
He pauses a little at the picture his eyes meet, which is the picture of Neriah and Cainan in an intimately close space. He also notices the looks on both their faces; Neriah looks like she’s confused at what is happening, while the one on Cainan's face breaks Shawn’s heart because he has seen it and because he seems to know well what the look is.
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