Freya & James || Closed
Freya walked up the footpath to James’ door. She watched the passing cars as she chewed her lip nervously. She knocked anxiously on the door. She had forgotten her cardigan here, she believed. Well that was her excuse to see him anyway. She toyed with her hands as she waited for him to answer. Maybe he wasn’t there, maybe she should just leave. It was stupid to come here anyway.