(Freya's POV)Emily tightened her grip on my hand as we sat in the bustling Moonlight Cafe. Her concern was obvious, her eyes locked on mine with a desperation I didn’t want to face. Her voice trembled as she spoke, raw with emotion.“Freya, tell me you’re not serious about this,” she begged. “You can't mean it!”I stared at the teacup in front of me, avoiding her gaze. The tea had long gone cold, its surface still as glass, yet I continued to stir it aimlessly.“The appointment is tomorrow,” I said softly. My voice wavered, betraying the composure I was clinging to.Emily leaned closer, her hands trembling slightly. “Tomorrow? Freya, you can’t... Please don’t go through with this.”“What choice do I have?” I asked, my tone heavier than I intended. I set the spoon down with a soft clink, still refusing to meet her eyes. “This is the only way.”She shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “That’s not true. It’s not the only way. Please, listen to me.”“I tried,” I said, my vo
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