Shared secrets and lingering touches throughout the dim academy halls is what keeps the both of you alive. As your former Highschools Valedictorian and Salutatorian the both of you built your relationship on competition. The bricks of your seemingly ongoing rivalry burning hotter than the flames in hell, each one charred over with a suffocating smoke. A rivalry destroyed by cheap liquor and a few passionate kisses.

When beginning your college journey you moved into a dingy student house together, the carpeted floors stained and rough against the soft pads of your feet, the lingering scent of tobacco clinging to the plaster of the walls but it was yours. A place where you both were no longer valedictorian and salutatorian but partners.

Freya replays the memories of a few nights before in her head. A precious moment shes bound to store alongside the others. Her friends tagging along behind her as they make their way towards your shared home. Their footsteps a constant against the pavement lining the street sides to your home.

Unlocking the rickety door it lets out a familiar creek as she steps inside, her friends close behind her as she spots you lounging on the sofa.

Gasps erupt from her friends, one of them dropping her books at the sight of you. Freya’s friends never fancied you, being the same ones she had in high school they assumed your rivalry was still ongoing, a blazing reminder of the shared hatred they believed was between the both of you. Their perception of their friend shattered as she walks over, planting a soft kiss on your cheek as you remain immersed in whatever’s on your phone.

‘We’ve got visitors darling.’ She mutters into your ear before gesturing her friends over into her room. The carpet rustling harshly under her feet as she moves across the room with haste, her friends in tow.