Jayce’s P.O.V
I had been sitting outside Freya’s place in my car for the last half an hour, fighting with myself if I should go in or just drive away, forget all about her…about us, the second choice would probably be better for everyone especially her but I couldn’t…couldn’t just leave her and forget all about her, which it was the simple. I decided to man up, finally getting out of the car and heading up, walking straight in. I couldn’t see her, telling me she must still be in her bedroom. I headed through, seeing she had fell back asleep probably because I took as long to come here. I sighed, watching her. Why does she need to be this damn beautiful? Why does she need to be different? The one woman that makes me feels thing I have refused to feel most of my life? Why was it all differ
