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XXVIII. The Road Was a Blur (And It All Turned to Black)

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~ Harry ~

The program had reached its end after a few hours and one last session. It was the last evaluative examination that would be compared to the first session, to see if the program could be developed even further. I believed the program still had a tremendous amount of life left in it, and perhaps in the future it could be more accessible and affordable to the public.

To celebrate the success of the program, the facility held host to a gathering where everyone was invited, even the patients. Doctor Stevens seemed to light the room with his kindness and humor, entertaining the guests but not without mentioning how proud he is of everyone's contributions to making the program a success.

I couldn't believe how fast the month seemed to fly by. I'd learned so much in the time I spent with Doctor Stevens and his team. I was in an environment that I hoped to work in some day, that rush of helping someone and knowing that you did is a feeling I could never put into coherent words.

But once living a life so different from this one, I tended to feel like I almost didn't belong.

I had lived a life that surrounded pain, that being responsible of someone's life seemed unfitting. It was ironic, the way things turned out. If it hadn't been for Ariana, I would have never discovered my passion for the simpler things in life. I pay more attention to detail, whether it be when I observed a patient or appreciated a flower while on a stroll. I feel more connected to the world, and I point out things otherwise invisible to the ignorant person.

Now I would be returning to Boston after the holidays. I would be back in the same routine; late for early classes, eating ramen, and sleeping later than I should. I will find a way to fit Ariana in there somehow. It was these kind of thoughts that always brought me back to her. I wondered what she was planning on doing after the holidays. I wondered if she'll find a way to fit me in her life. I wondered if I'd have time to be in her life.

I didn't like the thought of going back to Boston while she remained here. I look at her now, sitting in the seat opposite of me with a kind smile on her face as she spoke to Emma. We'd been here for over an hour now when she spotted Emma sitting alone and she immediately approached her when she did and wasn't opposed to leaving me if I didn't want to come along. Ariana spoke to her like she would with anybody, and Emma looked at her like she wasn't real. I wondered then if Ariana knew she had this effect on me too.

The faint music playing in back made it hard to hear what they were saying, but I could make out some words. It wasn't my conversation to eavesdrop in, but I heard something I wasn't hoping to hear.

"What do you plan on doing after all of this is over?"

"I'm not really sure yet. My mind likes to change itself with every opportunity that arises. I mean, just a year and a half ago I wanted to be an actress- I know, insane. Now I don't know what I want to do and I probably should be worried but I'm really not. I don't even know what I want to do tomorrow. I kind of like that. Wow, Queen of long answers, but I want to see the world. I don't know the plan. It's great. That probably doesn't make sense, I'm sorry, now I'm just rambling. I tend to ramble, it's a weird habit of mine. I don't even know how I passed English because my essays were practically trash; I'd just repeat everything and- okay I'm rambling even more. I'm just going to shut up now. Sorry."

"Wow."

Emma soon excused herself and took her cup of fruit punch with her. Ariana twisted around and waved her goodbye, "See you around Emma!" She grinned and despite not receiving a reaction in return, she turned around again and took a sip from her cup.