Chapter 63.

(Freya's POV)

That night, Ash's words seemed to be trapped in my mind, playing endlessly like a never-ending reel of film. I knew he was sincere in his request, but how could I just trust him after everything that happened? Every time I remember what happened four years ago, the pain hits me hard again, like waves that never stop crashing on the shore.

Ash looked at me expectantly, but I could only look away. I didn't want to see his pleading eyes, because I knew it would only weaken my defenses. I've been hurt too deeply to just give my heart to him again.

"I don't know, Ash," I answered in a barely audible voice. "I don't know if I can give you a second chance."

He fell silent, and in that silence, I could feel the weight of my words hanging between us. I don't want to give him another chance. Too much has happened, too many wounds to heal.

Suddenly, Ash's cell phone rang, breaking the excruciating silence. He took out his cell phone quickly, his face turning serious as he looked at