second chance/ Katy Perry and Orlando bloom

chapter twenty nine

His story

I ran around the house.

There had to be some way how I could get in.

I had a feeling she was going to do something stupid.

I need to look after her.

And if it was not me, someone else had to.

I checked the back door.

It was open.

My heart jumped.

''Katy?''

I yelled through the house.

No response.

The TV was turned on.

You never leave things turned on, so you had to be home.

I walked up the stairs.

''Katheryn?''

Still no reaction.

I walked into your bedroom.

No sign of you.

Everything seemed just normal.

I never realized how boring your room actually is.

Nothing personal.

No pictures.

The only decoration was a huge as standard with jewelery.

and a little snowball on your nightstand.

I walked over to it to take a closer look.

I didn't know the story behind it, but it sure is important to you, 

because you're not the person who sees value in stuff.

You throw most stuff away, don't really buy souvenirs.

Pictures and true memories is what's it about in your life.

I looked around and sighed sadly.

I was quite a mess.

Clothes all over the place.

I walked back and took a last look at your jewelery.

I saw the necklace I gave to you on our trip to Italy hanging.

The fact you still kept it made me smile.

Then I remembered why I was here and rushed out of the room.

I noted that the bathroom door was locked and started to panic.

''Katheryn! Open the door! Now!''

No response.

I banged on the door as hard as possible and cried:

''Katy please!'' 

Tears filled my eyes, the worries were on unbearable.

My heart beat in my throat.