" Does this look crooked to you?"
Now, before anything else can be said, Ryan didn't want to move. He thought their old apartment was beyond perfect for the two of them. Leaky faucets weren't too bad when you didn't focus on them. Cracks in the wall only added character! And that's not even considering their old place's view; A little balcony looking over a city skyline, doubling as a wondrous neon light show when the sun went down.
However, his lovely fiancée didn't see its beauty.
Leaky faucets kept her up at night and cracks in the wall only worked on her nerves. The home also lacked any ways for her to get around beyond his own hands and shoulders; he thought it just helped them bond. Kiera had already made it clear that before their life together could start, the lease for that 'busted shack' had to end. A crucial decision between his very first place and his soon-to-be wife.
A tough choice for sure.
But Ryan's answer had gotten him right where he was now; surrounded by cardboard boxes and white walls. Not to mention with his arms reaching above his head, attempting to fix an odd-angled painting. It was just an old watercolor of mountains and forests, but something his parents had forced onto him upon buying the new house.
Now, before anything else can be said, Ryan didn't want to move. He thought their old apartment was beyond perfect for the two of them. Leaky faucets weren't too bad when you didn't focus on them. Cracks in the wall only added character! And that's not even considering their old place's view; A little balcony looking over a city skyline, doubling as a wondrous neon light show when the sun went down.
However, his lovely fiancée didn't see its beauty.
Leaky faucets kept her up at night and cracks in the wall only worked on her nerves. The home also lacked any ways for her to get around beyond his own hands and shoulders; he thought it just helped them bond. Kiera had already made it clear that before their life together could start, the lease for that 'busted shack' had to end. A crucial decision between his very first place and his soon-to-be wife.
A tough choice for sure.
But Ryan's answer had gotten him right where he was now; surrounded by cardboard boxes and white walls. Not to mention with his arms reaching above his head, attempting to fix an odd-angled painting. It was just an old watercolor of mountains and forests, but something his parents had forced onto him upon buying the new house.