he changed

CHARLOTTE

I vaguely realized this morning that I needed to try putting myself back together after the absolute insanity that was spring break.

The school would be back in session in two weeks, and it felt almost unbelievable that two weeks from now, I was expected to just slip back into my old routine of going to and from classes most of the week.

It didn’t help that normally, with resumption creeping up this closely, I’d be darting about second-hand shops in search of books and as many reading materials as I could get on discount.

My eyes shifted from the carpet to my left wall, or what used to be my left wall.

I didn’t really have to worry about doing that anymore, and from the piles of books stacked up on that thing, I probably wouldn’t have to worry about doing that for a while.

I walked over to the bookshelf and eyed the titles on the spine before lifting my hand and running it over the wood.

I rubbed my fingers together, not failing to notice that the shelf had star