FREYA'S POV
The twilight painted the sky with hues of grey as I made my way back to my apartment. The lingering traces of the night with Marshall still clung to my senses, like a sweet fragrance carried by the evening breeze. It was a night that defied the usual rhythm of my existence, and for the first time in my long life, I felt an unfamiliar warmth nestled in the chambers of my unbeating heart.
Opening the door to my apartment, the quiet within echoed the tranquility of the forest I had just left. The oak tree's silhouette still lingered in my mind, its branches etched against the night. The night had been more than a temporal escape; it had been a revelation, a celebration of something that had blossomed between Marshall and me.
As I stepped into the dimly lit space, a subtle chan
