FREYA'S POV
The morning sun peeked through the gaps in the curtains, casting a gentle, golden glow into the room as I slowly awakened from a peaceful slumber. It was a rare day off from work, a much-needed respite from the mundane routine that had consumed my life. Debra, my loyal and understanding friend, had decided to take a personal day to provide me with a safe haven, shielding me from any potential encounters with Paul, the man whose proposal still lingered in my mind.
As I made my way to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the air, luring me towards the promise of warmth and solace. Sitting at the worn wooden table, I cradled the cup in my hands, feeling its heat seep into my palms, a comforting presence amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.
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