The Honeymoon

Freya was still balling her eyes out. She kept screaming at everyone and locking herself into her bedroom. No one knew how to help her get through this. Helga had tried to explain to her the situation, but Freya was too young to understand.

               Haldor had just left her room, he was trying to assure her of anything, and failed. He had grown quite fond of her over the last few months, she was like a little sister to him. It broke his heart to see her like this.

               “Any progress?” I asked my face red and puffy from crying.

               “Not really,” he shrugged, “she finally fell asleep, so I’ll take that.”

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