The Waiting Game

FREYA

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I sat by the flickering candle, its milky flame pointing accusingly upwards. Each passing moment felt too long, the weight of uncertainty bearing on me like a heavy shroud.

I had finally done all that I could, I was out of cards to play. Now, all that was left was for me to wait. Wait for any sign, any glimmer of hope that would lead me to Adrien.

But the silence that enveloped the room was deafening, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fireplace and the soft breaths of my sleeping son.

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. What if the spell failed? What if Adrien was beyond reach, lost to me forever? The thought of it was unbearable, causing fear to tighten my chest.

But amidst the fear and uncertainty, my flicker of hope remained. I clung to it desperately, willing it to grow brighter with each passing moment.