Dennis

I woke up still with the thought of Freya troubling my soul. Last night was one of the longest nights I’ve had my entire life.

I barely slept. The memory of Freya’s eyes, cold and distant, haunted me all night. I couldn’t believe what had happened, couldn’t believe I had let things get so out of control. I had let my emotions get the best of me. I may not love Freya that much, but a part of me still beats for her, and that was the first time I would be putting my hands on a ...