The life and struggles of an artist having worked at the same old-fashioned place--which is full of sexual activity--for years, having fallen into depression, and who connects to a young man that started serving as a waiter.
Epilogue
My dreams were realised after so long. It took me fifteen years, but it finally happened, and when I was at my physical prime. My scars did not fade away with time, but they were insignificant to me. I overcame many challenges now, finding myself of use. I learned to let go of the past. I learned to overcome my fears. I worked to overcome my depression. All after too long.
I am thirty-six years old as I write this. I have been married to a young man who still has much to learn. We live together in a flat in London. We have taken in an orphan girl, and I come home to them after long days of work, wanting to put a smile to their face