The teacher's tone was upbeat, almost as if a weight had been lifted. "I'm pleased you've decided. The frontier may be challenging, but it's far more promising than wasting away in a tiny lab."
She exhaled, her voice laced with exasperation. "To be honest, I never grasped why you chose that route. You started as a piano instructor, then ended up as an aide in an obscure laboratory. In my opinion, you should have taken this chance three years back."
Three years prior, the teacher had encouraged me to join the frontier research initiative—an isolated, demanding project with no set end date.
I was considered the perfect candidate. Reserved. Tough. Someone who could withstand solitude and concentrate on work.
However, at that time, I was deeply enamored with Nathan. The idea of leaving him and vanishing for years, cut off from society, seemed impossible.
Even after my return and the discovery of Nathan's feelings for the artificial Olivia, I couldn't bring myself to move on.