The sight of their vast gardens, on the back of the mansion has always been an everyday sight for the man, the garden has grown better than the very first time he stepped in. Pretty sure, it was all handled perfectly by Josette, one of his housemates. And there was Salem, leaning his back on the old chair, the balcony that connected to his bedroom has been his favorite place ever. The chair was the first thing he bought for the mansion, there isn't a way he would sell that, it held every memory of being here possible. He had this notebook, the only thing that insisted him to keep on doing what he does. Honestly, these few weeks have treated him kindly, one day he would sit on the balcony, letting the sun rays illuminate his skin, and one day, he just laid in bed, letting everything consume him alive. The hovering dark clouds came, he cherished everything possible, he is still learning though, he thought the scenery has always looked great, no matter what, even there's a big thunderstorm coming in, he would just sit still on the balcony and adore the quiet sight. This kind of time that would make him drown deep in his thoughts, he usually accompanied by the works, important meetings, and plans for directing or writings. He really loved his works, he loved working with a bunch of talented actors, talking to different people with different perspectives of worlds, but sometimes it could get overwhelming, it would be a struggle for him to manage his time, he would basically spend a day typing, craving words on clear white paper sheets and feeling bad the next day. He felt that being able to be alone and have some time to see through himself is a privilege.

Of course, he adored everyone in this mansion, he never could be able to describe how thankful he is to be here and surrounded by the most supportive people ever. It felt like he has chosen to a part of this amazing family.

He got up from his chair, immediately walked inside, placing down the notebook that he carried basically everywhere. He looked around, he expected to see his husband laying on the bed probably looking at his phone and laptop, but he wasn't here, probably he would be downstairs talking with the others.

Well, Salem is the only child, he was at the loneliest state of his life before meeting these people, it has been his thing since he was a child. He walked next to his window, grabbing a pair of geranium flowers in ceramic, patterned pot. Quickly he went downstairs with the flowers as he found out that everyone was there. A soft sigh escaped from his mouth and a grin started to grow on his face, "There you are," he said reaching out to his husband, planting a gentle kiss on his head. "What are those flowers for?" Elián asked out of curiosity. He looked over Josie, "I bought this on my way to work, I don't know why but I know you will know what to do with this," he said, followed by a gentle chuckle as he placed it near the place where Josie sit down.

"It's sort of heavy."