Samael Wulf

I'd just told Freya that I loved her. She stood in front of me with her mouth wide open in pure shock. The color drained out of her face, and before I had a chance to say anything else, she grabbed her bra, got dressed and sprinted towards the door. I managed to grab a hold of her arm and spin her around to face me.

“Freya, say something,” I begged her.

She looked up at me while snatching her arm out of my grip.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I can’t do this. I can't be who you need me to be, I can’t give you want you want....