Debbie's Pov
Moving out sounded a lot easier in my head.
Until I actually had to do it.
I stood in the middle of my room, hands on my waist, staring at everything I had managed to accumulate in four years.
Books.
More books.
Printed manuscripts.
Notebooks.
Pens.
Sticky notes.
And somehow...
Even more books.
"I refuse to believe one human being needs this many novels."
I looked up at Bella, who was currently carrying a cardboard that looked ready to give up on life.
I laughed.
"I've been collecting them since secondary school."
She dropped the carton on the floor with a dramatic sigh.
"I know people who own fewer clothes than you own books."
"Books don't disappoint you."
Bella raised an eyebrow.
"Neither do clothes."
I smiled.
"Depends on who's wearing them."
She burs
