FREYA POV
"I don't know where to start; everything has changed, including myself. Life changes in the blink of an eye, and sometimes we can't do anything but accept it."
I shut my diary with a sigh, tossing the pen aside and placing it on the side table, not wanting to write more.
I feel different now, but I can't quite pinpoint what has changed.
Last night seemed like a never-ending dream, and now I'm back in my own bed with Ocean sleeping peacefully beside me.
It's like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop and reality to come crashing back in. Everything feels surreal, and I'm too stunned to process it all.
Interrupting my thoughts, my phone suddenly buzzes, casting a glow on my face in the dark room.
The message is from an unknown number, but the name is familiar: Elijah, Selene's friend.
I read the message over and over, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"Can we meet?" the message reads.
"Where did you get my number?" I reply.
"Let's just say I have my ways," comes the response.
"You didn't answer my question?"
"You didn't either," I press.
"Meet me, and I will."
"Okay..." I reply.
"Share your address, I'll come pick you up," Elijah texts.
"Sure," I text back.
I'm not sure what I'm getting myself into, but I can't stay stuck like this forever.
I have my life back now, and I intend to make the most of it.
Maybe I'll seek revenge, or maybe I'll finally get some closure.
Either way, Elijah seems to hold the key.
My heart races, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through my veins.
I spend the last hour meticulously choosing my outfit, each piece carefully selected.
The silky black dress clung to my curves, the neckline just low enough to tease.
I paint my nails a bold red to match my lipstick, and my hair falls in loose waves around my shoulders.
The scent of my favorite perfume fills the air, a sweet floral bouquet that lingers like a secret promise, making me feel alive once again.
It feels weird to do all that for her to see me with him or just me seeing her once again, I don't know.
The clock on the wall ticks away, and I take a deep breath, my eyes lingering on the dresser mirror, where my reflection stares back, a silent question in my eyes.
Am I ready for this?
I have moved on from Selene, or so I think, but the suddenness of Elijah's invitation has thrown me into a tailspin.
Selene is the storm that has passed through my life, leaving a trail of memories, bad memories?
I'm picking up the pieces, gluing them back together, and painting over the cracks with the bright colors of new beginnings.
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THE PSYCHOPATH
RomanceI walk closer, grab her arm tightly, and lead her to my room. "What the hell is wrong with you? Let me go!" she says, trying to push me. I throw her on the bed forcefully, and she sits up, running to the door. I push her away and lock the door. I wr...
