Gone

Freya's smile widened slightly, and despite the frailty of her body, her spirit still shone in her eyes. "You always were the strong, silent type… but this is a bit much, don't you think?"

Magnus's heart twisted. It was just like Freya to make jokes and tease him even in her current situation. Her acting normal in this moment made everything even harder.

He took a hesitant step forward, his expression threatening to crumble as he watched her struggle to sit up straight.

Freya tilted her head, her smile fading as her expression softened. 

"I'm not going to be here much longer… are you really going to just stand there? Or will you be by my side?"

Magnus's eyes widened, and before he knew it, his legs carried him forward. He crossed the distance between them in a heartbeat and knelt beside her, his large hand gently cupping her delicate one.

She was cold to the touch, and it sent even more fear into his heart.