-Elizabeth-
I stood in the middle of my living room, surrounded by boxes and the familiar aroma of muted interiors. My heart was racing; part of me still couldn't believe I was back in Chicago after everything that had happened. Looking around at the bare walls adorned with moments frozen in time, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of nostalgia. Fatso, my lazy companion, was nestled in a pile of clothes I was attempting to fold, oblivious to the whirlwind of emotion swirling within me.
Packing up my things felt bittersweet. I was trying to tie the loose ends of my life in here and prepare for this new chapter, whatever that might entail. Zayn had offered me a place to stay, a lifeline amidst the uncertainty that had unfolded since I broke free from the toxic relationships back home. He w
