CHAPTER 117: GEMSTONE

FREYA’S POV:

I had to leave and go somewhere I could breathe.

Away from the toxicity of ‘friends and people’, away from constant lies and betrayal that seemed to never cease unless I ceased trusting in them.

With my aching heart, broken into an unrepairable amount of pieces left for myself alone to pick up, I left under the heavy showers of rain.

I hadn’t even bothered with an umbrella because there was no point.

I had no care if I would be drenched by the rain, freezing to death by the cold, or fell ill. Nothing mattered anymore.

I walked to nowhere till I found this tree a good distance away and further in the thick forestry surrounding the school, and sat underneath it.

It acts like a canopy, shielding me from most of the rain except the few spots where the rain relentlessly spilled through.

My eyes are dried, however. I don’t know if there’s a tear left to cry in me…

I doubt it.

It’s my fault

Of course it is…

I had gotten too close to these people, forgetting who I really was,