Cyril
I woke up to the shrill sound of my alarm, groaning as I fumbled for my phone. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the time.
I was almost late, and it was my first day at work.
I had promised myself that life must go on.
After everything that happened in the past week, after the emotional rollercoaster with Joel, my father, Susan…there was no turning back now.
I needed to focus, to remind myself that I was my own person, independent of the past and any lingering feelings.
Today was about proving to myself that I could stand on my own two feet, no matter the chaos surrounding me.
I rushed to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, took a quick shower and quickly got dressed.
I opted for a neat, professional look: a light grey skirt that hit just below my knee, a white
