Mirror Shards

Chapter 2| Last part

Henry Jekyll's journal entry.

September 27, 1874. The following days passed normally, well, with another kind of normality that I was already used to... I moved on to something less lonely.

Sure, there are still those bad days, they never go away, but at least with Josephine by my side, they've gotten a little better.

As always, days start very early here; which is sometimes a problem due to my aforementioned trouble sleeping or annoying customers who sometimes visit the inn in the middle of the night.

Food is not good, however, it is enough to survive and gather energy without having to steal it from a store, as it used to do before.

Also, with the salary I earn, although it is little, Josephine and I put together a small percentage of it to buy bread from the local stall. (Something that I could perfectly do with my father's money, but I prefer to use what I have saved exclusively for my studies, or any emergency).

The point is, I'm writing all of this today because... After living here for several months, I hardly realize how much my life has changed into the kind of person I'm becoming.

One of those changes has been my perspective towards those who have less. I, who had the opportunity to have been born into a well-off family, managed to experience what a life of luxury without worries was ... Something that only I could feel, something that none of the people I know now could even dream of having one. life like that. That which I once had, but which I lost ... Because of my bad decisions?

Anyway, all that is already in the past, what matters now is my present. A present where life is not easy, but at least it is "freer" than what I used to have; to be able to do whatever I want without having to carry a family reputation or worry about what my peers might think when they see me.

I have seen how people here look at me, a mixture of fear, uncertainty and Pity? As if this is a curse placed by a higher god, or a disease that will end up killing me in no time. They are not looks that I would like to receive, however, that is all they are: Only looks, that little by little I am getting used to having in my life.

Well, I also rarely get more than just "looks," like people crossing themselves when they see me, and worse when I have had to clean a broken egg thrown at me while passing by on the street. All this is something that had already happened before I worked here, so the only difference between yesterday and now is that, in my present Josephine is supporting me, even the rest of the workers of the inn have ever been there. for me...

It is something very comforting, but I know that this is not going to last forever, I knew from the beginning that everything would only be temporary until the next school year. That's why I didn't want to get involved with anyone either, because once you make friends, goodbyes become much heavier than I imagined.

I have a few days left here; my suitcase is almost ready. The gloves that Josephine gave me are quite dirty, I will have to buy others, but these that she gave me I will keep forever to treasure her memory, regardless of whether I use them again or not.

September 30, 1874 I never thought I said this, but I must admit that I will miss her a lot when I go, and that she proposed me such a strange idea that I am still not sure if I will accept it or not.

She has offered me a family, a roof to live in, people with whom to share the breadcrumbs. His brother, Gabriel Utterson, was described to me as someone who is shy, but who is always observing everything that happens around him and is willing to help those who need a helping hand. I don't know him yet, though, if his curious sister appreciates him so much then he really must be admirable.