FREYA
She led me into the garden just outside the room I was lodged in. The garden here was not the same with the garden where I first bumped into him before the other bumping happened.
The floor here was masked with carpet grasses that were so green I deemed them unreal, and the trees here were full to the brim with leaves. There were statues and fountains, and then, a diner table that was set for two.
Atop the table was a bottle of wine and a ceramic pot, two glasses, two flat plates, and cutleries. But Zain was not there.
“I would leave at this juncture.” The woman in white said.
I turned to her and shook my head. I couldn’t imagine leaving a dream I never had at the first place. I had never in my dear life been treated like a princess. All I ever had so far was lustful eyes starin
