~LUCAS~
Since I returned to the room, everything had become much more unbearable. The lights were off, the electricity was cut, and there was no breeze except for the wind and rain outside. I thought that would have helped, but of course, the heat in my body only seemed to be getting worse.
I tried doing some research, anything to help me find out what was happening to me, but so far, I've gotten a dead end each time. There was no explanation for any of this, and I was left to deal with it on my own.
Freya seemed to be handling it a lot better than I was. I didn't understand how none of this had any effect on her.
Fuck Lucas. Why the hell were you so weak right now? What kind of man was I behaving like in front of my wife? What must she think of me?
Since when did I care what Freya
