Silence fell, heavy, suffocating, the air thick with unspoken pain.
Freya's lips parted, her blue eyes shimmering, the faintest tears collecting in the corners, unblinking, raw.
"So I guess…" she whispered, her voice breaking, a fragile thread of hurt.
"You don't feel as close to me as I feel to you."
Rhea blinked at Freya, her amber eyes widening, caught off guard by the crack in Freya's voice, the depth of her pain hitting like a shockwave.
Kael's hazel eyes lifted, meeting theirs, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It's not that," he said, his words heavy, aching. "It's never been that."
Freya's blue eyes didn't waver, her voice cutting through the room again, quiet but brutal, a blade wrapped in sorrow.
"What am I to you, Kael?"
Kael didn't answer, his hazel eyes locked on hers, his silence a wound that deepened the rift.
Freya's gaze held steady, her voice trembling, raw with vulnerability.
"A toy?"
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