FREYA'S POV
Three days of avoiding each other.
Three days of passing in hallways without speaking. Of eating meals at different times. Of pretending the other person does not exist.
Three days since Adrian kissed me and then pushed me away.
I hate this. Hate the tension. Hate the silence. Hate feeling like a prisoner in his penthouse even though he never said I could not leave.
But I did not leave. Not until today. Not until I woke up and realized I could not breathe in there anymore.
The coffee shop near campus is the same as I remember. Small. Crowded. Smells like espresso and old books. I used to come here between classes. Used to sit in the corner and do homework while Clara complained about professors.
That feels like a lifetime ago. Back when I was human. Back when my biggest
