Love Unspoken

Freya found herself biting her lip, a sense of unease tugging at her heart despite the smile on his face. She couldn't quite understand the source of her discomfort.

"I promise, I'll help you fill this hole. You can trust me," she declared with sincerity. It was only after she offered to help Walter with the predicament he found himself in that his expression shifted subtly. "Fill it? What do you mean?" His confusion was evident in his voice.

"Don't worry about it. I said I'll help you, and I will," she responded, her words clipped.

Unexpectedly, Walter seized her wrist, his tone hardening. "Tell me the truth, Freya. What exactly did you do?"

His grip was firm, too firm, causing her to wince and furrow her brows. "Ouch, why? That hurts!"

Upon seeing her discomfort, Walter released her, his face softening as he apologized, "Sorry."

Rubbing her sore wrist, Freya regarded him with suspicion. "You're strange, you know. You create a mess and remain calm, but when I offer assistance, you become agitated. What's going on with you?"

Walter's gaze held hers, his expression unreadable. He took her hand gently and spoke in a soft voice, "Freya, what have you done? Please, tell me. I don't need your help with this, and I don't want you getting into any trouble either." She shook her head, trying to reassure him. "Don't worry, I won't be in danger. I can handle this."

gaze was intense, as if he was

"Really?" he pressed.

and I wait for you every day," she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation

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"I get it, I really do. It's not just this mess, but maybe dad too. I know

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a change, to live a real family life, to have a home of her own. Walter stroked her hair, smiling gently, "If that's what you want,

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