#Chapter59

EPILOGUE

I can feel the soft fabric against my back as I stared up at the white ceiling. Although staring blindy at blank ceilings has never interested me before, doing so kind of comforted me every week for the last three years in general.

But now, it felt absolutely ridiculous. "Remind me again why I never liked this before?" I asked Hestia, as she sat on a chair opposing the sofa I'm laying down on.

"You said I look weird," Hestia tried to deadpan, but I could see the ghost of a smile on her lips as she crossed her right leg over the other.

"Still does," I joked,...