Freya’s Pov
The second he left my room, the place felt empty. It was not quiet or peaceful, but just empty.
He is the enemy; his leaving my room should feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but it didn’t feel like that one bit.
Instead, I just watched as the curtains swayed from the soft breeze he left behind; the wind chimes I placed on the balcony also made a sound.
It’s weird, for a second there, the sound they made sounded almost like a lament.
Then the curtains stopped, and so did the wind chimes.
I suddenly seemed like he was never here to begin with.
His scent that had filled my room and noise seemed to have left with him as well.
It was like how a sudden storm comes and wreaks havoc and then disappears.
After that, the sun comes out, and the sky seems t
