~FREYA~ I knew the second Lucas had returned home. My first instinct was to run out of the room and look for him. However, I chose to stay inside. I knew that if I saw him caring for Avery, my heart would break more than it already was breaking. It would be better for everyone involved if I stayed far from the both of them, at least for now. I stroll over to the tall, rectangular window in my dimly lit room. With trembling hands, I reach up to wipe away the single tear making its way down my cheek. As I stand there, feeling the cool air against my cheeks, I can't help but wonder why I am crying. What has brought me to this pain? What was this emotion? I wasn't in love with Lucas, so why did this hurt so much? I knew from the beginning that he would always choose Avery over me, so why