FREYA’S POV
As I slowly open my eyes, a heaviness settles within me, both physically and emotionally. My swollen eyes remind me of the tears that stained my cheeks throughout the night. The weight of it all is overwhelming, and I find myself lost in a sea of reflections.
I can't help but replay the events of the previous night in my mind, each moment etched into my memory like a bittersweet melody. The words Marshall spoke, his confession of love, echo in my ears, stirring a tumult of emotions within me. But alongside the hope, anger simmers beneath the surface.
Anger directed not at Marshall, but at myself. How could I have allowed myself to get close to him? To let down my guard and open my heart to someone I was supposed to despise?
I feel a deep frustration at my own vulnerability
