Grieve

Freya's POV.

I woke up immediately, rushing out to the hidden place I trained.

I started my training as fast as I could, and then I kept doing it all the time. I was running, lifting weights, jumping through hoops.

It’s hard to concentrate on any specific thing if you don’t move your body around so much.

I had nothing to think about but the urge of becoming strong for the sake of my dead friend.

I felt like I failed her because I wasn't strong enough, training everyday was now my only point of hope and survival.

I was working myself to death. The first two weeks passed in a blur.

Noah was being awfully suspicious of what I was doing everytime I sneaked away, yet I couldn't tell him, I couldn't stand him at the moment.

He woke up the coldness in me, I didn't know I could be so cold.

I had this immense unfeeling phase, and I was still this way,the only thing that kept me going is training.

I never stopped. My heart was pounding against my rib cage and my lungs felt suffocated by the ox