[Phreya]

My eyes snapped wide open.

I stood frozen, staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror of my old room. A single tear tracked down my cheek. It was strange—for a fleeting second, I lost my train of thought, forgetting why I was crying in the first place.

Then it rushed back. I had to leave.

Without a second thought, I turned and started packing my bags, preparing to run into the mountains. I had to appease a girl who couldn't stand the sound of my breathing. That was the real ...