FREYA'S POV:

I run as fast as my legs can take me, which might not be fast enough, with no direction in mind, only letting my subconscious mind guide me.

Hot tears that continuously drip out of my eyes blind my vision, and my heart pounds loudly in my ears coupled with my rushed breathing.

I continuously tell myself it's a lie. It has to be one but then, the crushing reality of it squeezes my chest even tighter, restricting air flow.

I force myself to breathe, and it feels like sandpaper ...