MARSHALL’S POV
Silence descended upon the dimly lit room, as a heavy shroud. In the stillness, Lucas, pondered the weight of my words. Throughout our years of friendship, he had been a well of reasons, forever vigilant in shielding me from pitfalls of my own emotions. Yet, in this moment, I yearned for him to grasp the great magnitude of my love for Freya, the woman who had become a very significant source of light in the darkness that hunted my soul.
Lucas, with his piercing blue eyes and an air of wisdom that surpassed his years, possessed an strong dedication to rationality. He often served as the tether that kept me grounded, preventing me from being swept away by the disastrous waves of my passions. His voice, steady and measured, had quelled countless storms within my soul. But thi
