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Spain.
It was strange for Freya to return to the city she once lived in. She had spent so much time in a boarding school in Switzerland that she couldn't even remember what her neighborhood looked like.
She was no longer really used to hot, dry temperatures or southern architecture. And even less with the gentle breeze smelling the sea and the sand during her usual jogging. She was more used to the cold mountains and futuristic architecture. The mountains and snow of the sky station where her boarding school was located.
Her old life had absolutely nothing to do with Spain. She remembered that she had always been happy to come back for the holidays. So she could see the friends she had left behind.
Unfortunately she was quick to realize that friendships in Spain were futile for her.
There was no point in trying to cultivate friendships when she already had to accomplish so much. She had come to a point where she would rather be alone than impose the burden of her impossible schedule on someone else.
And after all, it was all about commitment.
As her father had taught her, there was no point in getting involved in something if we weren't sure we could fully commit.
Freya paused abruptly at the reminder of her father's teachings. She coughed at the feeling of her lungs burning from exercise before straightening up while trying to catch her breath.
Even during her races she remembered the teachings of Sandvik.
She gulped at the feeling of dryness down her throat before looking around to try to locate herself in the city. She had been so deep in thought that she didn't even realize how far she had moved away from the beautiful neighborhoods. The simple view of simple models of cars and apartments with damaged facades were enough to tell her that she was far from her neighborhoods. And still she could find a certain beauty in this landscape so different from the luxurious world to which she was accustomed.
It was peaceful.
She put her hands on her hips as she glanced up the stone staircase she had just climbed before leaving a satisfied breath. She could still feel the pain of the exercise in her legs.
However, the feeling of accomplishment was much more important to her. Despite everything, she let a small smile curl her lips through her quick breath before turning absently around to take more in the landscape.
"Watch out! "
Freya barely had time to do anything before she suddenly let out a cry of pain at the feel of a bicycle handlebar sinking into her hip. The incident was such that she felt her breath cut before letting go of a sore groan as she hit the paved ground with full force in a loss of balance. She winced in pain as she rolled on the ground before finally banging her head on the first step she had just climbed.
