Freya

The moment I saw Dylan standing there with that stupid bouquet of red roses, I felt sick to my stomach. Another headache bloomed behind my eyes, sharp and throbbing, like my skull was being squeezed from the inside.

Great. Just great.

Everyone just seemed to be crawling out of the woodwork today to ruin what was left of my sanity. First Ryder with his demon-level confessions, then my family with their disgusting request, and now this idiot. Why was the universe punishing me like this? I must have offended someone horribly in my past life to deserve these people in my present one.

I sighed heavily, exhaustion weighing down...