Olivia looked at the mirror with the widest smile she could manage. She washed her face, letting the cold water refresh her puffy eyes.
"Look at you, Olivia," she whispered to her own reflection.
"You were panicking like crazy yesterday. It was just a dream. Your brain is just tired from that novel."
She tried to build a solid wall of logic. There were no more red lines on the wall. No more suffocating scent of roses. For the first time in days, her shoulders felt light.
She truly believed that everything was finally over.
At the bookstore, the atmosphere felt warm and peaceful. Mr. Tan smiled as he saw Olivia organizing new stock.
"You look like you're doing better," Mr. Tan remarked.
"Your face looks much brighter too."
Olivia returned the banter with a sincere laugh. Readers might have let out a sigh of relief, thinking,
Finally, Olivia has returned to normal.
