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Chapter 34

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Chapter 34

~ Eighteen months later~

"Ms. Edwards! Ms. Edwards! Look! Look!" I bend down to the young boy and smile. Clean water, new heating system, and doors with actual locks on them. One apartment to the many in the building filled with families that need a little extra help. Designed, paid for, and built by me.

A renovated apartment complex, my thirteenth project in the last year and a half. Since I left Italy, I went headfirst into my degree. Spending hours studying and drafting up plans for homes throughout the world.

"I see it, Dylan, now you and your family can be a little more comfortable now."

I'm bombarded with a group hug that includes a family of five. Warmth, love, appreciation I feel everything in this one gesture. "Bless you, Alice, bless you. Thank you, thank you so much."

This is it. This is all I ask for in return. A smile, all I could ask for in return is a smile. I would spend billions if that meant I could make someone's life a little better. "Alice, would you like to stay for dinner?"

"Sorry I have an appointment today. But maybe next week," I smile.

"Sure, I'll hold you to it." I give the family one last hug before I rush into my car. Any longer and they'll try to keep me for the rest of their lives. Flattering but, it's not on the cards for me today. I meet with Dr.Avery for our weekly therapy session that I should have used when I first came back from the island.

I don't bother to greet her. I take my stance in front of the window and look down at the millions of passers. So, many stories, so many people. Young, old, excited for their days to come. I envy them all. They look forward to the future.

"You're doing it again, Alice."

"And you're pointing it out again. Why can't you just see that I like looking out of this window because you have a fantastic view that I admire."

"A view you could easily pay for yourself."

"True, but it's something about your window that I like in particular." I close the blinds and take a seat on the couch. My bright yellow dress stands out in the dull colors of the room. She stares back at me and inspects my clothes.

"Yellow? That's a color I haven't seen you wear before."

Yellow, I've stayed away from this color for so long. I didn't think that yellow resonated with my mood-blacks, blues, greys, my go-to colors for so long until today.

"Yes," I smile. "It spoke to me today. I was visiting some of the residents, and that color was so drab. It was hardly a good color to be around kids in. They would think I was at a funeral if I wore my usual attire."

"Good, it looks good on you. How are you feeling?"

"Great," I smile. "Good as of late."

I couldn't say this a year ago. I cried and cried until my mother forced me to come here for help. Something I will thank her for the rest of my life.

"And your love life?"

My eyebrow twitches, love. A topic we've come to too many times that I would care to like. Why does my having a thriving love life constitute absolute happiness? In actuality, I'm completely fine with the hundred dollar vibrator that I've boughten three times.

Three times because of overuse. I didn't know that was possible for them. Nonetheless, I am fine. Work is what I want to do right now. I don't need a partner, not now, not for a very very long time.