The Defiant Mask

Freya's P.O.V:

Bright sunlight woke me from a restless, tear-soaked sleep. I blinked against the morning glare, my body aching from hours of crying on the bathroom floor. But it wasn't the warmth of the sun that put my senses on edge. It was the air in my bedroom. Heavy, lingering scents of rich vanilla, dark chocolate, and roasted coffee saturated the small space. *Their* distinct scents. I sat