FREYA
He didn't say anything at first, just stood there, looking at me as though he could peel away every wall I’d built around myself.
"Aren't you going to say anything? What else are you waiting for? You obviously have it all figured out already," I said in anger. I was angry at his silence, angry at myself for some reason too.
Then he moved.
Step by step, deliberate and steady, he came toward me. And like some prey, I instinctively backed away. My body refused to stay rooted even though my mind screamed at me not to show weakness. Of course he could do anything he wanted to do to me right now, but something told me he wasn't going to.
He kept walking forward, and I kept backing away until my back hit the wall.
There was nowhere left to retreat, no excuse I could hide behind, no sh
