2 Months 4 days and 9 hour 15 mins ago....
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the tranquil landscape. It was a bright, sunny winter afternoon, the kind that made the world feel both alive and suspended in time. The air was crisp, carrying the subtle scent of blooming flowers that defied the season's chill. Birds chirped melodiously, their songs intertwining with the gentle rustle of leaves, creating a symphony of nature's own making.
Aria wandered through the garden, her fingers brushing against the petals of marigolds and chrysanthemums. Each flower seemed to whisper secrets of the earth, their vibrant colors a testament to resilience and beauty. The sunlight danced through the branches, casting intricate patterns on the ground, as if nature itself was painting a masterpiece.
In the midst of this serene setting, Kiaan approached, his footsteps soft against the stone pathway. He carried with him an aura of calm, his presence as comforting as the warm rays of the sun. Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them—a shared moment of peace amidst the world's chaos.
They sat beneath an ancient oak tree, its branches stretching out like protective arms. The bark was rough against their backs, grounding them in the present. A gentle breeze carried the scent of jasmine, wrapping them in a fragrant embrace.
Aria turned to Kiaan, her eyes reflecting the depth of her thoughts. "And I so wanted to ask " she began, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kiaan looked at her, curiosity piqued. "What?"
She hesitated, then continued, "If my heart were a room... What color are the walls? Is there a window? A door? A lock? Who can enter? Who can't? What's in the corners? Is it clean or messy? What object takes center stage? Any broken things still there? Anything glowing? Soft? Untouchable? Can you get the feeling of this room?"
Kiaan paused, the weight of her words settling between them. The world seemed to hold its breath, the sounds of nature fading into the background. Then, in a voice deep and sanguine, he began:
"If your heart were a room...
I'd take off my shoes before entering.
Not because you asked me to—
but because it feels like a sacred place.
Like silence in a chapel. Like breath held in wonder.
The walls?
I imagine them deep maroon, with hand-painted constellations.
The kind you mapped out when no one was watching—
each one a scar, a lesson, a prayer.
And yet, somehow, they glow.
There's a window that faces the moon.
You open it only when you're ready to feel again.
The door? Heavy oak. Locked for most.
But I found a post-it note on it once—it said:
'If you've come with patience, knock again.'
In your corners...
Old journals stacked like bricks.
Laughter sealed in film reels.
A bottle of perfume that smells like the first time you dared to trust again.
It's a little messy.
A scarf flung here, a memory forgotten there.
But that's how I know you're living again, not just surviving.
At the center—
A mirror, cracked but radiant.
And when I looked into it,
I didn't see your past, your pain, or your doubts.
I saw a girl who stayed.
There are broken things here, yes.
But none of them scare me.
Because they're stitched with gold like kintsugi.
You never hid your breaks—you turned them into art.
Soft? Everything.
Glowing? You, when you laugh at something silly.
Untouchable? Only the part of you that's still healing—
and I won't rush it.
And if I had to name the feeling of this room?
It's the kind of place I want to keep returning to—
even when the lights are off,
even when the storms come,
because loving you feels like finding shelter
inside a heart that still dares to open."
Aria listened, her heart swelling with emotion. The garden around them seemed to come alive, the flowers swaying gently as if dancing to the rhythm of Kiaan's words. The sun cast a warm glow over them, enveloping them in its embrace.
They sat in silence, the world around them fading away. In that moment, the room of Aria's heart was no longer a mystery—it was a sanctuary, a testament to love's enduring power.