FREYA POV
“Are you avoiding me?”
I said, staring straight at his face. I was looking for any crack in that stone cold expression, but there was nothing. My heart felt like it was literally breaking into jagged pieces right there in my chest. All those days of pretending I was fine, all the hours spent acting like his silence didn't hurt, it all just gave way. The tears I’d been fighting back finally crawled out, hot and messy, blurring everything.
“If you are going to do this to me, why the hell were you being nice?” I raised my voice. I didn't even care who heard me anymore.
He just stood there, tall and silent, which only made me crazier.
“Why were you being nice? Why were you fighting for me? Why were you claiming me like you couldn’t let go of me?” The words were just tumbling out
