FREYA
There’s grumbles from the passengers as we get down from the faulty bus. The driver mutters apologies and even refunds all our money, but that won’t change the fact that we’re off the major bus routes and now left to trudge back to our respective locations.
Of course, I’m too tired to complain so I just take my money and begin the short walk up a small hill and to my apartment.
My arms are wrapped around my waist as I slowly start my journey and the events of the past few hours play on a loop in my head. I get an urge to just stop midstep and break down here, but I’m sure I already look insane with my windswept hair, puffy eyes and wrinkled clothes. So the best option is to keep walking and wait until I’m back within the four walls of my apartment, then I could do whatever I wan
