MARSHALL'S POV
The night outside my window was dark and full of shadows. I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about Freya. I tried to forget her, but it didn't work. The room was quiet, but my thoughts were noisy. I looked out the window and thought about how I couldn't have her, even though I wanted her so much.
The city below looked beautiful in the nighttime, but it couldn't erase my longing for Freya. I was stuck in a battle between my desire and reality. Closing my eyes meant dreaming of her, and I didn't want to do that.
I pulled away from the window, feeling trapped by my own feelings. Trying to forget Freya was a noble idea, but it wasn't working. The room felt like a prison, and I questioned how to move on when my heart wouldn't let go of her.
The night was long, and I wa
