"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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"I do Freya. I love you so much that it hurts." A cry follows after Freya's lips as I utter those words to her.
As much as seeing her in this broken form hurts me, I still push myself to say more. Even if it's breaking her.
"I fell in love with you from the very first day I saw you in that hallway on our first day of school." I feel a smile effortlessly arrive on my lips as I think back on that day.
Freya was who my eyes caught first as I emerged that hallway. She was like a magnet my eyes automatically drew too.
I didn't read into it that time because I thought it was nothing, but now I know why.
I watch as Freya shakes her head in denial. "No you don't mean that, you don't love me." She's finding it hard to believe all that I'm telling her.
It's like she's battling herself against the vivid truth.
"You like Ophelia, not me." She says and it was my turn to shake my head negatively.
"No Freya, I never liked Ophelia that way. You believed I liked her and you made me confess to something you wanted to be real for a reason I still don't know. I was the fool to make you believe I really do like her, all in the process of trying to neglect my feelings for you." The words just flowed out my mouth like I rehearsed them.
My hands hitch to touch Freya again, but I restrain myself and keep them by my side. Tears are still falling down her eyes, rolling onto her cheeks.
Her little nose has turned a bright shade of red from all the crying. I admit it's heartbreaking to behold this view of Freya before me, but I know this is not a bad thing.
This is good for us.
We need to break each other, in order to heal each other. To understand each other. To love each other.
I won't blame Freya for finding it hard--- well almost impossible to believe me, because of everything I've put her through.
Every damn unprocessed senseless word I've said to her. It's not her fault that she has doubts of my love. But I only hope she sees and knows that I'm being a hundred percent transparent with her about my feeling.
Hearing sobs continually erupt from my girl, I hold myself back no more.
"Stop crying Freya, you're hurting me." My arms wrap around her before I could finish the sentence. I hug her with everything in me, not letting another second of space come between us.
"Let me go." Freya refuses to give in, but it doesn't stop me. I hold on tighter, forcefully reminding myself not to squeeze her to death with my larger form.
"No." I protest. I'm not doing that again.
"J-Just let me go." She retorts again with a broken voice, but I feel her sink into my arms, finally giving into my embrace.
