As the day passed. Today, instead of my rest day, I'm packing. The day I hate has finally come. Moving into Zach's house. There's nothing I can do about it, I have no choice. If I don't agree to live in his house, he'll go to my mom and tell her that we're getting married. What a fake news, right?
The guy is outside, busy playing with the cat. While I'm putting my stuff in the luggage. I don't want to ask him for help, it's embarrassing. I'm using luggage, it's like I'm going abroad, because of its size. It can fit a child.
When I get there, I probably won't take my clothes out of the suitcase anymore. It's tiring to pack, I'd rather just grab clothes and close it right away. After all, I'm not staying here permanently, it's just for a while. Is Zach staying here permanently or not?
I stopped for a moment while grabbing my clothes. I'm overthinking again. I've been like this since yesterday. I don't know, I'm not wrong, maybe my mind is just messed up.