its been 2 days since freya spoken more than two sentences to me.
i wonder what i said that triggered her to give me the silent treatment. it's always my fault.
i beat myself up as i watch freya frantically walk around her room, mumbling things to herself like "where is it?" but she finally gives up and plots on the bed.
"are you okay?" i ask with worry. she's been avoiding me and she almost looks like she's ready to cry.
"i'm fine." no you're not. i stare at her until she gets frustrated by it.
"really, i'm fine. i just needed to find a bottle but i haven't seen it anywhere."
"what type of bottle?" i ask. freya mumbles a 'nevermind' so i drop it.
"your chest is healing.." freya smiles lightly at the womb.
"your talking to me now?" i ask with my eyebrows up.
"sorry.."
"it's okay."
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numb
Short Story"i was numb, and she brought me back to life.." a story of the broken cole and the sentimental freya published: July 27, 2016 completed: October 3, 2016 ranking: monday, october1 #7 in short story ☞ Mature Content and Audience ☜ [lowercase intend...
