Freya
I woke up feeling like my chest was weighed down by a hundred bricks. The room was silent, except for the faint hum of the heater in the bathroom, but my thoughts were anything but quiet. I couldn’t stop replaying the events of the past few hours. Victor professing his love… Stacey’s words… and my own conflicted emotions.
Was I rushing into something again?
That question haunted me as I stared at the ceiling. I had a pattern, and I hated that I couldn’t seem to break free from it. Dennis had been my rebound after my last heartbreak, and look where that got me. I didn’t even take time to heal then. I just jumped in headfirst, hoping love would fix me.
In my defense, I actually didn’t want to jump into another relationship that fast… I had made up my mind not to even try anythi
