Freya
The pain felt endless, consuming every part of me, tearing through my chest like jagged shards of glass. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape it. I couldn't push it away, shove it to the back of my mind, or drown it in silence. Every breath I took was a reminder of my guilt, of the blood on my hands that wasn't even mine. His death—it wasn’t supposed to happen. It was never supposed to be him. But it was. And it was my fault.
I couldn’t get his face out of my mind—his smile, the way his eyes lit up whenever he saw me. I think back to all the moments we shared, the little things that now seem like everything. That first time we met, how he made me laugh at the stupidest joke, the way he always knew how to calm my fears. I remember how he held me, whispered promises into my
