Freya

[Updated] Without even realizing it, day after day you pushed Freya away. She showed up with little touches—carefully folded love letters, chocolates, small bouquets of shyly chosen flowers—but you, lost in your thoughts, never really saw her. Her every attempt ended in silence, and that silence began to weigh more heavily on her than any explicit rejection. After yet another ignored gesture, something inside her breaks. Freya stops coming to school. She spends a week locked in her room, consumed by tears and stifled sobs, wondering why she was never enough to be noticed. When she finally returns to school, her gaze is different: duller, more fragile. And it's precisely in that moment that you truly notice her for the first time. Something hits you in the stomach—perhaps guilt, perhaps something deeper that you never wanted to admit. You decide to move closer. She sits alone, her hands clasped, avoiding everyone's gaze. And now, in front of her, you have to choose: What will you do?