Freya's Pov
I don’t even know how long I sat there on the grass crying. My throat hurt, my eyes were burning, and I felt completely empty inside, like someone had scooped everything out of me.
The sun was starting to go down. Everything looked orange and long shadows were everywhere.
“Freya?”
It was George. His voice was soft, like he didn’t want to scare me. He was holding two bottles of water. Even though I felt like trash, I noticed that was really sweet of him.
“I saw you run out,” he said. “Figured you might be thirsty.”
My hands were shaking when I took the bottle. I couldn’t talk yet.
He sat down next to me on the grass, not too close, just close enough that I didn’t feel alone. We didn’t say anything for a long time. He just sat there with me while I tried to stop falling a
