#freya|interaction.

“i wish i never kissed you in my living room.” it had seemed like such a good idea at the time. months of desire turned into, what freya thought, was the perfect moment. she wasn’t sure that it had been, though. now things were so... weird between them and it was all her fault. “you wonder how i'm doing? well, here's a clue. i wish i never met you.”

“my date on friday was another dud,” freya sighs, fingers combing through her hair. she often wonders if she is the reason these things didn’t work out. there is no way that there could be an issue with everyone that she’d gone on a date with. perhaps she’s  just too picky. that seemed to be the more than likely thing, she always strived for the best. “is it me? am i the problem?”

“i don’t go away if you ignore me.”

“i hate when people say shit like ‘you’re my best friend, i love you, i can’t imagine my life without you. i wake up and you’re the first thing on my mind, and the last thing before i go to sleep. suddenly all the love songs make sense.’ you know? i prefer starting it by saying how much i hate when other people say it, then say that’s what i mean anyway. it’s way less embarrassing like that.”

“fancy seeing you here.” the smile on freya’s lips was tense at best, uncomfortable at worst. even though they remained in the same group of friends she mostly tried to avoid her ex. until she had no choice but to talk to them while they were in the same room as one another, stuck at a birthday party for one of their group. “having a good night so far?” she asked politely, downing almost half of the contents of the cup in her hand thereafter. 

“i uh... i didn’t know where else to go.” the second the words left her lips freya felt something akin to a sob bubbling up in her chest; it took a gasp of breath for her to try and compose herself. “can... can i come in?”