FREYA’S POV
I sank into the worn-out couch, staring at the sea of cardboard boxes that consumed my new apartment. The once-promising abode now resembled a chaotic maze, a reflection of the trouble that consumed my heart. A sense of regret hovered around me, a relentless specter that refused to be exorcised. Days had passed since I sought solace in this new space, desperately clinging to the hope that distance would smother the forbidden flames that had ignited within me for Marshall. But alas, as I sat amidst the chaos of half-unpacked belongings, an overwhelming ache consumed me, accentuating his absence.
The solitude pressed against my chest like a leaden weight, squeezing the air from my lungs. The apartment's empty walls echoed with the haunting melodies of our stolen moments, each m
