Hold me till your last breath...

Chapter 5

Present days...

Daniels Pov...

It's been a week since Freya died, since she was murdered, it's been more than a week since I last held her, kissed her, spoke to her. I remember coming home everyday to her awful cooking, there is nothing I wouldn't do to go back to those days and eat that food. I can't help but think about all the things we could've done, all our plans, I guess her god had other plans. Today is Freyas  funeral and I can't bring myself to go there so instead I'm just going to sit in bed wallowing in despair, just like I have these past days... I think of the first day we spent together.

2 years earlier...

(Still Daniels Pov...)

"So the map says it's about 10 miles away. Should we start?" I ask as she puts her seat belt on.

"Yes yes yes... but first of all..." She grabs the map out my hand and throws it out the window. I look at her with my mouth hanging open, if that map flys away, she best pay for it.

"Let's get rid of the map we won't be needing it." She smiles widely.

"And how do you suppose we get there."

"Relax I know this place like the back of my hand...oh wait what's that." She looks at her hand and looks up at me and grins.

"Well, I'm not trusting someone who couldn't find their way to my car, even though I'm parked right outside of your house." I look towards her house and she shrugs.

"In my defense, I was... well...you... well it's not my fault your car is so ugly that it camouflages with the dirt all around it. Seriously when was the last time you washed it."

"Shut up and get your arse up and go get my map." She looked at me and laughed

"You're cute when you're mad." She smirks and gets out of the car to find my map.

"Erm would now be a good time to tell you I decided I can go by myself."

"Why?" I ask as she holds up my now wet and ripped map. I can't help but laugh at her, what is with that? I've never laughed this much with anyone else.

"It's fine, I'll just look on Google maps, just please don't throw my phone out the window." She nods and jumps into the car. We were only in the car for about an half an hour and I already want to kill myself.

"Can we play a game?"

"No."

"Can we listen to music?"

"No."

"How about eye spy?"

"No."

"Did you know that-"

"No."

"Well!!! If your going to be antisocial, I guess I will tell you about me. My name is Freya, I'm 22 years old, I'm actually half Egyptian and half Spanish but I was born here. My dad's Spanish and my mum... well I never met her but I'm guessing she's the Egyptian one. I'm an only child. Ummm I like to travel, I've been to so many countries and my favourite place is turkey. I've never smoked or drank alcohol. I'm allergic to cats but I love them and I can't think of anyone else."

"Well I can't think at all. Can you please stop talking?"

"Well I could.....but I won't, unless you want to do the talking."

"No, thanks."

"You're no fun. If your going to be like this everyday then I'd rather go by myself."

"Fine, what do you want to know?"

"Everythinggggg." She sings.

"OK, well I have no family, I've never traveled. I drink, I smoke and that's about it."