Finals were fast approaching, and I felt ready. I studied like crazy and continued doing my work as fiercely as usual.
People were actually talking to me. And I...well, I talked with them as well. After my temper tantrum in the hallway, I felt my tongue's looseness quite clearly. And I was enjoying the feeling of having the confidence to talk to people. And...I actually think they were enjoying me as well.
I loved Elsa still, true, but I didn't feel shackled down by that love any longer. And it was nice.