Evening descended over the mansion, painting the sky in soft shades of amber and lavender. Freya tightened the strap of her bag, standing by the doorway as Tessy walked her to the gate. Their conversation was sparse, weighed down by the grief that still lingered in the air.
"Thank you for coming," Tessy said softly, her voice carrying a fragile sincerity.
Freya placed a comforting hand on Tessy's shoulder. "Be strong, Tess. Don't let this break you. You still have me and I'm not going anywhere soon. Alright"
Tessy nodded, offering a faint smile. As Freya stepped into the car, Tessy stood still, watching her friend disappear into the distance before turning back toward the house.
Freya had wanted to stay over, but Tessy had strongly opposed it, giving her reason as wanting to be alone for the time being to gather her thoughts and put herself together.
