Chapter 2: The Goodbye Letter
By the time Kristian returned to the bedroom that night, Freya was already gone.
On the edge of the nightstand lay a folded letter with his name in her handwriting.
He stared at it for a long time before finally unfolding it.
“Kristian,
Thank you for the time we shared. It was real, even if it wasn’t built on love. I used to wonder if you’d ever see me—not as her shadow, but as myself. Now I know the answer.
I’m not angry. I’m just done.
—Freya”
Kristian clenched the note tightly, his jaw tense. She was always composed, always quiet. Until she walked away.
He should’ve felt relief.
Instead, the silence pressed down like a weight.
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