FREY'S POV
I am still here in my condo, in my room. I have just finished fixing myself and I am ready to go, but I am still looking at myself in the mirror.
I already got a text from David that he is at the coffee shop. I texted him to wait for me.
I'm nervous. I'm scared.
I'm hesitant to go. But I had already told him to wait for me.
I heaved a sigh.
I am still overthinking. I was supposed to rest but I failed because of overthinking. The whole day I was restless thinking about what David and I were going to talk about.
I also can't help to think of those what if's. And it scares me. It hurts me.
But I need to go. I need to face this. We don't have a relationship anyway. I just only like him without him knowing. So it’s not his fault. I can’t blame him.
It was my will to like him
