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."

intense, as if he was trying

"Really?" he pressed.

true. I came here to tell you that so you could stop worrying. Also... please, come back home. Harold and I wait for you every day," she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation as tears welled in her eyes. Despite her strength, in Walter's presence, she felt as small

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hand, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I get it, I really do. It's not just this mess, but maybe dad

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after the wedding to test Walter's character, and Freya had

lived on without incident, and the matter of moving out never came up. But now, Freya yearned for a change, to live a real family

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