Reluctantly Annie had agreed to let her crash if she didn't find something. Despite the original offer to move in, Giselle had opened up with the news in the evening and her girlfriend responded by staring, mouth gaping wide open. "Are you insane? How can you expect to find anything in a month, let alone two weeks? Wow, I don't know what to say, Giselle. This was one dumb decision.", the blonde commented, outraged and slightly hurt, "Why didn't you talk this through with me? Aren't we together now?".

In addition to feeling overwhelmed, the brunette added guilt and helplessness to the pile of emotions fighting for dominance inside of her. On any other day, she would've sought the embrace of her lover. Instead she felt abandoned and alone. "Don't worry, I'll find something and I won't bug you", she whispered, got up and clenched her hands into fists. It helped to suppress the tears. "Don't be like that!", Annie exclaimed and went after the woman that slowly walked toward the exit. Giselle tried to fight off the hands that reached for her. That held onto her. Fuck, what was she doing? Did she want to end up alone now? Her heart twisted and ached. She fell to her knees and leaned into her lover's embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks again. All she could do lately was to cry. A weak attempt to cope. "I'm sorry, Annie", she sobbed and dug her fingers into her thighs. It hurt, but she didn't care.

Kisses showered her cheeks and neck, accompanied by a whisper: "You're going to be okay. I promise, you're going to be okay". It was Annie's soothing voice that calmed her. Everything felt weak, and lost now. "Can't you postpone the sale? Maybe by two weeks?", Annie wondered quietly. Giselle shook her head frantically, "Carry said the couple which wants to buy it wants it soon". "Ah, that sucks", she sighed and added, "So what can we do?".

The brunette paused and glared into the dark hallway that barely got illuminated by the candles. The shade of her jacket suggested someone hiding there. Giselle tilted her head at the thought and pursed her lips, "How about I find a storage space first for my belongings? And then I'll take two or three days off to look at apartments?". "Honestly this is the first sensible thing you've said all evening", the blonde grinned and kissed her cheek. "C'mon, let's lie on the sofa and I'll help you organise", her lover said and nudged her forward. With a small pull, both were up on their feet in no time. Giselle dried her cheeks with her shirt sleeves and they both grabbed their respective phones.

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Within an hour they found a storage space barely 10 minutes walk from the complex and a company that'd potentially be able to move her belongings into a new apartment, or into the storage space, should that be necessary. The remainder of the evening they spent on apartment rentals. Annie had been right, Laury had been right, the whole market was tough. Since she had no car, her options were limited, too. Eventually they narrowed down the search to two options and Giselle reached out to both. Since both were handled by an agent each that seemed to have no life, she managed to book a slot for looking at the places two days later. It'd mean taking a day off of work. She didn't know how she felt about that one, but what could she do. Then she told Ian about the meeting with the potential buyers which he was required to attend since they both still owned the apartment legally. He grudgingly agreed.

The TV show Annie put on later was merely background noise to her. Giselle's mind circled around her new challenges. Would she be able to find a new place? In time? What did that mean for Annie? For their relationship? Would Ian really give up the money this easily? Question chased after another question and wouldn't leave her in peace. When Annie and Giselle went to bed, she was so distracted and stuck in her head, she forgot to change into her night clothes. Annie laughed and undressed her, telling her she couldn't be in bed with those clothes. The brunette looked at her in disbelief. Why couldn't she be in bed with those clothes? Since she only thought the question, there was no response. It irritated her and the puzzlement must have shown on her face, since her lover raised an eyebrow and poked her into the side, "I know this is a lot, but if you become less present, you'll turn into a ghost". Both laughed. Giselle laughed more. And more. The tension faded with it. Since days she suddenly felt free of the spell. She smiled and they kissed.