"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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The world around us fades and I could see nothing or hear any sound. I'm staring at Freya like she's an alien, but no word attempts to leave my lips. I hear the heavy thuds of my heartbeat against my chest.
"I have lung disease."
The four words keep resonating in my head and I can't seem to enforce life into my body or move. It's like her words paralyzed me.
"Cade?" The tenderness of Freya's voice matches the look on her face.
"Cade." My name falls off her lips again and she reaches her hand to touch me, but I abruptly stand up from the hood of the car.
I keep my eyes locked on her as she watches me with hurt in her eyes, in response to the way I pulled away from her. Her pretty hazel eyes turns glossy, glimmering under the light from the lamppost standing above us.
Suddenly, the air around me seems to be thinning out, making it hard to breathe. The fuck is happening?
Turning my back against Freya, I walk away from her, moving a few distance away from her and the car. I try to catch my breath, dipping my fingers through my hair in the process. It starts getting hot under my shirt.
"Cade." She calls me again, but this time her voice is shaky. I hear soft sniffles come from her, but I don't turn to look back at her.
I feel the unfamiliar arrival of tears rush to my eyes. I can't remember the last time I cried, but it feels like I'm about to burst into tears.
She can't be sick.
Lung disease?
"Please say something." Freya's soft voice seeps into my head, combining with all the chaotic things spiralling in my mind.
How am I supposed to live?
How am I supposed to go through this life if something was to happen to her? More than what has already happened.
No! No. Nothing is going to happen to Freya. She's gonna be fine.
"Fuck." I cuss under my breath. My vision turns blurry and I know I'm at the brick of breaking down.
"Cade look at me." Freya calls me again and this time, I obey.
When I turn back around, I regretted ever leaving her in the first place. She is no longer seated on the hood of her car. Rather, she's standing and looking at me with the most vulnerable look I've ever witnessed on her.
Freya is struggling to keep it together. She's trying to hold back tears that she doesn't need to hold back, as she stares at me brokenly.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why did I have to act this way?
I should've held her. Grabbed onto her. Secured her in my arms and tell her everything is gonna be fine. But instead, I do the complete opposite.
