Betty’s P.O.V.
I felt like dying while packing and then unpacking my things from Oregon to California. The apartment that we selected was amazing. I loved this place at the first sight but the shifting took a toll on me and I was hell tired now. It was not like that I had lifted any boxes or done any kind of heavy work. I just put all the things in the boxes back at home and then took them out here. Still, I was so tired. I lay down on the couch in our living room. All my muscles were sore right now.
“Hey… what’s wrong?” I heard Vincent’s voice and just moved my eyes in his direction. I even didn’t want to move my neck. “I am tired”, I cried and he looked at me in surprise. “Have you put all your stuff in your room?” he asked me after putting the box that he was carrying on the ground. “
