Chapter Fifty-Eight
Ollie
I’ve finally done it. Doctor Oliver Harris.
Ten years of training and I’ve hated every single second of it.
Maybe not all of it. Most of it, though.
It’s been gruelling and I never thought I’d get here, so it feels like a total miracle.
I feel like I’ve made the most stupid mistake, studying medicine and becoming a doctor, but I stuck it out to the end.
The strangest bit is that it’s not the end. My career’s barely got off the ground. It’s only the beginning.
I posted a photo on my social media, holding up my work ID badge at the hospital where I’ve begun proper shiftwork. I hardly ever post, so the flood of messages that came in from friends, old and new, was gratifying.
I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m sure it’ll work out in the end. For now I’m going to ride this wave of success and enjoy the fact that I’ve done it. I’ve become a doctor. It’s finally happened.
I see Aury has liked my post and written a message of congratulations underneath that blends in seamlessly with everyone else’s.
She’s changed her social-media handle to AuryPilatesLondon.
I’m not sure what to make of the fact that she’s using the name I call her.
She’s also changed her profile picture to a rolled-up yoga mat or something resembling it and has made her account private.
Her images have changed from celebrity premieres and beach-front hotels to simply her in workout gear, drinking a range of herbal teas.
I have no idea what’s going on there. Why do we know nothing about each other now?
Our worlds still feel so different. Our lives are polar opposites.