FREYA'S POV:

The sky came falling afterwards.

The light pitter-patter echoed in the air as the droplets fell onto the once dried earth and rooftops, creating this sort of foggy white background noise that drowned out everything around me...

Including the sounds of my tears.

I feel a sense of calmness and safety, knowing if I burst into a wail, my screams would be muffled by such sweet and soothing sound.

And the grey, dull and gloomy sky perfectly depicted the mess of emotions swirling ...