Her Home, His Heart | ✓

☆*✿NINE (9)❀*★

♪♪ Oh I don't know what you've been told

But this gal right here's gonna rule this world

Yeah that is where I'm gonna be because I wanna be

No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [Sit still, look pretty ] - [Daya]

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There are sentences said in Croatian in this chapter, they're written in bold, the meaning of the sentence would be at the end of the paragraph of that sentence. Take note that I am by no means from Croatia and these translations are from google translate and so if there are any corrections that need to be made, you can tell me kindly. Thanks.

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Esmé sighed and settled further into the sofa she sat on watching a movie. Everything just seemed so boring. She had been doing the same activity repeatedly, and it was driving her crazy.

Lucija was massaging her legs on the instruction of her physiotherapist. She was getting better, and soon she could walk by herself without the crutches. She couldn't wait, but yet she couldn't help but wonder what came after that.

She sighed again, looking away from the movie as Archie smuggled onto her laps; she loved the whole feeling. The friendly dog, someone to massage her legs, but it just still felt empty. Her memories were still stuck, hidden and it didn't help her damp mood.

She wanted to do something else out of her schedule, something that could probably help trigger her memories. She was tired of her routine of eating, doing some exercises, watching movies, playing with Archie, and retreating to her room once Lucija left to avoid seeing Kian and making him even more uncomfortable with her presence. The routine was getting old.

Esmé picked up the remote control by her side and scrolled through the channel for anything that could grab her attention, anything at all.

"želite još jedan film," Lucija asked her in Croatian just as Archie's head popped up to look at her at the sudden change in the channel. (Want another movie)

After she learnt Lucija was Croatian, they had added learning her native language to her schedule, but even that wore off. She could speak it despite not remembering when she learnt it; it was like how she could speak English.

Apparently, although she hurt her temporal lobe, her speech controlled by the Broca's Area wasn't affected.

"Ne," Esmé responded, "Just something different." (No)

"You're getting bored, I see," Lucija commented and sent her a small smile.

"And who wouldn't? I see the necessity in the rest and routine, but it's getting really..." she paused as she stumbled onto a food network.

It threw her back to a flash she had earlier that week. It was like the flash she had when she touched Archie's name tag and a few other times. She had told no one about it because she wasn't sure if it was just her imaginations or if they were really fragments of her memory. She needed to be sure before she brought it up.

She didn't intend to make anyone inconvenient more than she already had. She was going to find out on her own.

With that thought, a spark of idea flowed through her mind as she watched the chef set his ingredients.