Chapter 45

My face was a disaster.

A few months have passed since then, and I know my parents are worried about me—because of my lack of enthusiasm in everything, because I avoid any hint of a social life, and, in general, because of my grumpy moods.

Not that I was much of a talker even before the accident, but my moods have gradually been getting worse. I even stopped hanging out with my best friends, and then I quit my job at the bookshop.

But I needed some time to recover.

I needed to find some balance before coming out of my shell again.

Now, after months of doing nothing but reading—luckily my sight wasn’t damaged or I would have killed myself—I’m here, looking at the sign above the library.

I’ve finally decided it was the right time for a fresh start, so I answered an employment ad for a reception position here.

I will keep reading my books, no one will bother me, I won’t be forced to chat. And I can be as grumpy as I please.