~Jasmine~
"This is madness," I whispered to myself alone, My fingers wouldn't stop shaking. "Why is she doing this? He isn't even hers. He never was."
“What's that?" Freya asked
I look back at her, her hair was a mess of tangles, and her eyes were so dull it made my own chest ache.
She looked very weary, I was a bad friend for not paying attention to her.
"What's that behind your back, Jas?" she asked again.
I forced a smile, though it felt like my face might crack. Freya was here to study, to build a life, I couldn't keep pulling her into my darkness, Every time I cried, she was there, Every time I had a crisis, she was there.
"Nothing, Freya. Just some old scrap paper," I lied.
She looked at me for a long beat. She didn't believe me, we knew each other too well for that, but s
