Every step was more difficult. It was quite a frightful thing walking into the unknown. Further and further. Curiouser and curiouser.

Not waiting any longer, for the second time tonight, I pushed my door open not knowing what I would find.

I would never have guessed it. My hand instantly flew to my mouth as I let out a loud gasp.

My bed was misplaced. Instead of being right next to the wall, it was centred alone in the middle of the room.

However, that was not the first thing my eyes fell upon on.

All four walls of my bedroom that were once a plain and dreary white were now vibrant with colour.

Not just any colour.

Green.

I thought that four walls of the same bright colour would be overpowering but it was not. It was impeccable. For a cold colour and one usually associated with nature, the walls made warmth spread through me.

Even with the green surrounding, that still was not what my eyes landed on first. What I was drawn to first was him.

The man that I loved had a paintbrush in hand and a splatter of the colour on his black t-shirt as he finished painting a small spot near the skirting of the wall.

Stone stood as soon as he saw me standing there. Yet he did not move an inch. He stilled and just watched me. Waiting for a reaction.

I could not give him one. A thousand words of gratitude wanted to escape from me, yet I remained frozen.

He had listened about how much I hated my room and he had remembered weeks later. He had gone out of his way to paint my bedroom for me and not just any colour but my colour.

I would drive myself crazy thinking about him going out of his way to find the right shade.

I did not know I was crying until Stone took long determined steps across the room to coddle my face in his large hands. He gently wiped my tears away.

Stone broke the silence as he quietly told me in his deep voice "Please don't cry. If you do not like it, then I can paint it back."

"No—No." I rushed out while taking small breaths "I love it. I love it so much."

I loved him so much.

This was one of the times that my crying was tears of joy. I was so overjoyed that I thought that I might have burst with happiness.

Even the crying that happened after watching the notebook was nothing compared to this. Lana was right. I had become a hopeless romantic over the past few weeks.

"I can’t believe you did this for me." I said, still in shock.

His face filled with so much raw emotion that I was taken aback at how tenacious yet vulnerable he looked.