moving day
Willow stood in the middle of the chaos.
(formally the living room in Chase’ apartment)
There were a lot of boxes. More than she originally thought. She had purged as she packed (and in many ways she didn’t feel like she had a lot to begin with). But still, there were a lot of boxes.
She couldn’t help but feel worried as she looked around the room, unsure of where to even start. Combing lives was a process, and not one that she had really had a lot of experience with. She probably could have gotten rid of more. They wouldn’t need everything. But at the same time she wanted to hold onto what she had carved out for herself in her so called new beginning.
With her hands at her sides and a slightly panicked look in her eyes, she moved forward to touch the the first thing she bumped into. Clothes. That seemed simple enough. She lifted the box and turned around to head to his bedroom (their bedroom) and found Chase already there. Still fighting just a tiny bit of anxiety, she plopped the box onto the bed and followed suit, plonking herself down.
She eyed him, wondering what was going through his mind at the moment. “So, I’ve invaded,” she told him, even though he was was the one who helped her lug all those boxes in the first place. “---- are you sure you ready to share this space?”
