Chapter 94

Freya’s P.O.V Freya…Freya… Who was it? Who was calling me? The voice sounded so familiar. So close…yet so distant… Freya… A hand brushed over my forehead, jolting me awake…and I opened my eyes to my mother’s face looming over me. “Mom?” I sat up quickly, startled and afraid; but there was no blood falling from her cheeks today. Her face was the same as I remembered from my childhood; beautiful and kind. And she was smiling at me. We were in our backyard, in our old house. It was before our house turned into a place of ruin. The old oak tree at the very end of our fence was still green and shady and the afternoon sun was warm on my face as a cool breeze blew through the flowering gardens that my mother used to maintain all by herself. I was still wearing the gown from the party, so I was glad that my mom could see a prettier version of me. Mom on the other hand, wore her favourite floral red and white dress that my dad had gifted her on their anniversary. And that was how I knew that I