FREYA'S POV
The sun was setting, and I was getting ready with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. I had this note from Marshall, and it felt like it held a promise. I wasn't sure if it meant we would meet again, but I was really hoping for that.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes showing both excitement and nervousness. The note in my hand felt old and worn, like it had been through a lot of thinking. The room around me felt charged with possibilities, like something big was about to happen.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped outside into the dimming light. The evening breeze came through the window, carrying the smell of pine and the hint of rain. It was a moment where everything felt suspended, like I was standing on the edge of something important.
Walking through the town, I
