"Freyja." Sebastian called out her name in the empty hallway of the manor.
She didn't respond so, she snubbed her and just walked her own way. She did her best, avoiding all eye contact and even looking at his face.
"Freyja, please." He stopped her tracks by holding her wrist, noticing it was bandaged tightly from wrecking the yellow roses she can see around the manor the last time.
Their communication was too thick to be broken, like none of their words can even cross each other's ears at all after that agreement. Both of them have already agreed to part ways, to avoid each other after that fatal 'mistake' they made that night. It was a decision that break both of their hearts, shattered it to the ground but..its the right thing to do, and for the peace of their consciences.