FREYA'S POV:

I had to leave and go somewhere I could breathe.

Away from the toxicity of 'friends and people', away from constant lies and betrayal that seemed to never cease unless I ceased trusting in them.

With my aching heart, broken into an unrepairable amount of pieces left for myself alone to pick up, I left under the heavy showers of rain.

I hadn't even bothered with an umbrella because there was no point.

I had no care if I would be drenched by the rain, freezing to death by the ...