Freya’s Pov

As those words flew from my mouth, the air around me got chilly and I stood frozen in time, not moving, my mind in a steady frenzy.

The room fell silent, so quiet that anyone would mistake it for a graveyard. The atmosphere was portentous and I began wishing at the last minute that I had shut up.

My back was still to him, the grey shirt firmly held in my hands. Holding tightly to it like it would take me back in time to undo the words that I had said.

He was quiet, I was ...