Althea's POV
Sunday morning light streams through my tiny bedroom window as I fold the last of my heavy sweaters into a cardboard box.
One week until I finally move into my new apartment in Airport Residential. The leasing office delayed my move again. I was supposed to be out last month, but thanks to some ongoing construction, everything got pushed back.
I taped the box shut and added to the growing stack by my door. Books and clothes which are my entire life fit in twelve boxes, which should be depressing but somehow feels liberating instead.
My phone buzzes from the nightstand. A text message.
Eros: Hey, what are you doing?
I stare at the screen for a full thirty seconds before typing back.
Me: Packing for my move.very glamorous Sunday activity.
His response comes immediately.
