FREYA’S POV
As I treaded the familiar path home from the bus stop, the weariness in my bones slowly dissipated, replaced by a soothing sense of tranquility. The moon, guided my path, cast its gentle glow upon the silent streets, enveloping the surroundings in a soft silver luminescence.
The rhythmic sound of my footsteps echoed through the stillness, creating a harmonious cadence with the whispers of the wind as it caressed the leaves on the trees. The weight of the world, which had been pressing relentlessly upon my shoulders, slowly lifted with each passing moment, replaced by a growing sense of peace and relief.
As I approached my humble abode, a sense of warmth and familiarity greeted me. The porch light, guiding me amidst the darkness, flickered softly, casting a welcoming glow ove
