Moving In

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Y/N's POV:

There's only one thing left do now: Accepting reality and finally getting comfortable in this house.

I leave the attic and go to the living room. All my stuff has already been brought here and put in the right place, so I don't have to worry about that. The trip to this damned house has taken so long that the sun is nearing the horizon. Which is why I decide to just watch a random movie while I make myself dinner. The kitchen is open, so I can see the TV perfectly fine from there. At least one good thing about this house.

I'm not really hungry and the movie isn't interesting either, so I just turn it off and go to the bathroom on the second floor to get ready for bed. Once I finally enter my new bedroom I go straight to the bed and lie down on it. This day has been so shitty, I just want it to end. I turn of the light and curl up under the blanket. But even though I'm tired I don't fall asleep.

Everything is just making me sad. The bed doesn't feel or smell like my old one, and when I open my eyes I can see the moonlight shining through the window illuminating the still unfamiliar bedroom. After a few minutes tears start pooling in my eyes. I don't know whether they're tears of sadness or anger but it doesn't matter. I just let them stream down my cheeks, too tired to care about wiping them away.

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