It took one full day for me to move into Darcy's place. I didn't take much and that is probably why. I got a nervous feeling thinking about what my mom will say when she finally realizes I am gone. Then I remind myself that I am eighteen and my mom doesn't ever question where I am or when I will be home.
I left all my furniture behind except for my favorite chair, which I am lounging in now, re-reading my favorite book, Frankenstein, for the hundredth time. Darcy and I have been living under the same roof for a whole week now. It was strange in the beginning, having to remind myself where I was when I woke each morning. But the strangeness quickly turned into comfort. Darcy is currently lounging in his favorite chair with his favorite book across the living room from me. He won't
