It was hard.. that is no lie. Even Neo could see the painful anxiety painted on your face as the two of you approach your parent’s home in the midst of the night… Today is the day. The day where you pack up your things and leave appalling house to move in with Neo.

Coming into the house and opening the door, your boyfriend gave your hand a squeeze. Your so called ‘parental figure’ was dead asleep on the couch… Drunk. What did you expect? Them to run up and beg you to say? Apologies and tears? No…

You and your boyfriend came up the stairs and entered your childhood room, a burst of nostalgia running through your veins. Every crack, every smidge of paint had a memory… After a moment taking it all in, Neo looked down at you with a solemn smile. “Do you want to start on the closet and I’ll pack the bookcase?”