Present:
Freya
We returned to our silent dance around the house, each avoiding the other whenever possible, a difficult task in such a small space. The only moments we shared were when he insisted on checking my injuries. I found myself seeking opportunities to prolong these moments with him, despite how tense they remained.
His presence was the only balm to soothe the growing ache in my chest. I tried my best to ignore it, to spend my time thinking of anything but him. Luckily, there was much to consider, many things to plan, injuries to heal.
I found small comforts in the brief moments we shared, and in the fact that he seemed just as eager to prolong them as me. But I refused to be the one to break the silence. He was the one that had walked away, the one claiming we were mates. Whi
