Chapter 104

Freya’s P.O.V I traced the paw prints on the wet sand, tiny little ones followed by larger ones. The larger ones were just as big as my own foot prints. The winds from the sea shore blew my long hair back from my face; I knew they would be hell to untangle, but I wanted to let my hair down for once and feel the wind blowing through them, making me feel free. This took me back to ages ago, when I had once been a tormented teenager, lost and confused; wanting nothing more than to end my life because it had lost all meaning. Today, I had everything I could possibly dream of, everything the seventeen year old Freya didn’t even have the luxury of dreaming about. Maybe this was why the saying always went ‘it has to get worse before it gets better’. I knew from the experiences in my own life that those words were so very true. I had to stare death in the face multiple times before I could have my happily ever after with my soulmate. Was it always happily ever after though? Absolutely not. The