Love of Us
Introduction
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Hi guys! This is my second chat story
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I have a lot of ideas in my mind but I don't know how to make it (*﹏*;) my mind is messy.
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So, let's introduce the characters!
Freya Wilson
Age: 17
Birthday: May 25
Status: Single
Occupation: High School Student
Likes: Flowers, Cats, Studying, Sweets
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 45 kg
Family Members
Linda Wilson (Mother, 38) – A hardworking woman who did everything she could to provide for her children.
Kevin Wilson (Father, Deceased) – Passed away when Freya was 10.
Nathan Wilson (Younger Brother, 10) – A cheerful yet fragile boy whom Freya deeply cares for.
Background
Freya grew up in hardship, knowing the weight of responsibility from a young age. When her father passed away, she was only ten years old, and her younger brother, Nathan. Left with no choice but to fend for their small family, her mother worked tirelessly, doing whatever jobs she could find to put food on the table.
Despite their struggles, Freya never complained. She admired her mother’s strength and was determined to help in any way she could. As soon as she entered high school, she took on multiple part-time jobs—waitressing, tutoring, and even working at a flower shop—doing whatever it took to ease her mother’s burden.
Lysander Gray
Age: 19
Birthday: March 15
Status: Single
Occupation: College Student
Likes: Sports, Video Games
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 65 kg
Family Members
Leon Gray (Older Brother, 28) – The eldest son, now married and pursuing his own path.
Alexander Gray (Older Brother, 24) – The second son, currently abroad studying engineering.
Erwin Gray (Father, 45) – A powerful businessman who built the family's wealth and empire.
Sandra Gray (Mother, 37) – A former famous model, known for her beauty and elegance.
Background
Lysander is the youngest son of the prestigious Gray family, raised in luxury alongside his two older brothers. Growing up, the three brothers were inseparable, always looking out for one another and sharing an unbreakable bond. However, as they got older, their lives took different paths—Leon settled down and started a family, while Alexander pursued his studies overseas, leaving Lysander to navigate his journey alone.
Despite the weight of expectations placed upon him as one of the potential heirs to the family fortune, Lysander never took life too seriously. Unlike his brothers, who were focused on their careers and responsibilities, he preferred to enjoy the present—excelling in sports, dominating video games, and charming his way through life with his natural charisma.
Author
Btw, Rex is the second lead
Author
I want to spoil you guys but, where's the fun if I did?
Episode 1
Author
Hi guys, let's start with episode 1!
The soft afternoon sunlight streamed through the small window, casting a golden glow over the worn wooden floor. Freya sat on the edge of the couch, knees pulled to her chest, her gaze fixed on the tiny garden outside. The flowers she had planted with her mother last spring swayed gently in the breeze, their petals vibrant despite the passing seasons. It was a simple, peaceful sight—one she would normally find comfort in—but today, it only reminded her of how fragile life truly was.
She clenched her hands into fists, trying to suppress the unease growing in her chest.
Freya
Freya (thinking): I need to find a job. I have to. If I don’t… How will we survive?
The thought sent a cold shiver down her spine.
Their house was small, their furniture secondhand, but it had never mattered before. Love had always filled the gaps where money was lacking. Her mother’s gentle touch, her brother’s laughter, the warmth of their home—those were the things that made life bearable. But love alone couldn’t put food on the table. It couldn’t pay the bills piling up in the corner of the kitchen or buy the medicine her mother needed.
And now… she was jobless.
Her chest tightened at the memory of her boss’s apologetic expression earlier that morning.
"I’m really sorry, Freya. Business has been slow, and we had to make some tough decisions… We just can’t afford to keep you on staff anymore."
The words replayed in her mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. She had worked so hard, sacrificed so much, only to be back at square one. And with her mother’s health declining, she couldn’t afford to waste a single moment wallowing in self-pity.
Freya buried her face in her hands, frustration bubbling inside her.
Freya
(thinking): I don’t care what it takes. I’ll work day and night if I have to. I won’t let Ma and Nathan starve. I won’t let this family fall apart.
A deep sigh escaped her lips, filled with exhaustion and determination.
She flinched slightly at the sound of her mother’s voice, quickly wiping at her eyes before turning around.
Linda Wilson stood near the couch, her gentle features lined with worry. She looked thinner than before, her once lively eyes dimmed by fatigue. Freya hated seeing her like this—so fragile, so exhausted. This wasn’t the woman she remembered from her childhood, the one who used to carry her and Nathan on her back while laughing under the summer sun.
Linda sat beside her, placing a warm, comforting hand on her shoulder.
Linda
"What’s on your mind, sweetheart? You look troubled… Is it about your job?"
Freya hesitated for a moment before nodding. She hated burdening her mother with her worries, but there was no point in hiding the truth.
Freya
"Yes, Ma… I just—I don’t want to see you and Nathan starving…"
Her voice broke, and before she could stop them, tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks.
Freya
"I promise I’ll work hard! No matter what it takes, I’ll make sure we have food on the table. I’ll provide for us… I swear it!"
The words rushed out of her like a vow—one she intended to keep no matter the cost.
Linda’s expression softened as she cupped Freya’s tear-streaked face with a trembling hand.
Linda
"Sweetheart… You’re already working so hard. You don’t have to carry this burden alone."
Freya opened her mouth to argue, but before she could say anything, a small voice interrupted them.
Nathan
"Are you guys crying again?"
They both turned to see Nathan standing at the doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He had just woken up from his nap, his usual bright smile replaced by concern.
Freya and Linda quickly wiped their tears, forcing smiles for his sake.
Nathan frowned, stepping closer.
Nathan
"You don’t have to work so hard, Ma! You too, Freya! I’m going to study super hard and become a billionaire! Then we’ll never have to struggle again!"
His innocent determination made something in Freya’s chest tighten.
For all the hardships they faced, Nathan had never once complained. Even at such a young age, he understood their struggles, yet he never let it break his spirit. If anything, he was their source of strength—the reason she and her mother kept pushing forward.
Linda pulled both of her children into a warm embrace, pressing soft kisses to their foreheads.
Linda
"I’m looking forward to that, sweetie. No matter what happens, Ma is always proud of you both… Always."
Freya closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the warmth of her mother’s embrace.
For now, she would allow herself this moment of peace. But tomorrow?
Tomorrow, she would rise again.
No matter how hard life got, she wouldn’t give up.
Episode 2
Freya woke up with a single goal in mind—she needed a job.
She had spent the morning searching, walking through the streets, knocking on doors, and asking shop owners if they were hiring. Each rejection stung, but she refused to let it discourage her. She didn’t have the luxury to be picky. She needed to work—anything to bring home even the smallest income.
By noon, luck finally smiled upon her.
A small family-owned diner at the edge of town had put up a handwritten sign: HELP WANTED. It wasn’t much, just a position as a dishwasher, but it was something.
The manager, a kind elderly woman named Mrs. Delaney, had taken one look at her desperate expression and hired her on the spot. The pay was meager, the hours long, and the work exhausting, but Freya didn't care. As long as it put food on the table, that was all that mattered.
She spent the entire day scrubbing plates, enduring the heat of the kitchen, and listening to the chatter of customers from the dining area. Her hands ached, her back hurt, and exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders.
But as she stepped out of the diner that evening, her heart felt just a little lighter.
It wasn’t much, but at least she wouldn’t go home empty-handed.
The streets were dimly lit, the cool night air brushing against Freya’s skin as she walked home. In her hands, she carried a plastic bag filled with fresh vegetables—her first purchase with the money she had earned today. It wasn’t a feast, but it was enough to make a proper meal for her family.
Her legs ached from standing all day, and her eyelids felt heavy, but the thought of her mother and little brother waiting for her at home kept her moving.
As she turned a corner, she let out a small sigh.
Freya
(thinking): At least today wasn’t a total loss… Maybe tomorrow, I can ask Mrs. Delaney if she needs help with something else. Maybe she’ll—
A sudden voice boomed from behind her, shattering the silence.
Freya let out a sharp gasp, nearly dropping her groceries as her heart leaped into her throat. She spun around, fists clenched, ready to swing at whoever had just scared the life out of her.
Laughter erupted in response.
She recognized that laugh immediately.
Freya
“Gosh! Rex, are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” *she snapped, pressing a hand to her chest as if it would slow her pounding heart.*
Standing before her, grinning like a fool, was Rex.
He had always been a part of her life—her childhood friend, her protector, the boy who had always been just a little too overbearing for her liking. Tall and broad-shouldered, with dark tousled hair and sharp eyes that always carried a hint of mischief, he looked as smug as ever.
Rex
“Did I scare you that bad?” *he smirked, his hands casually shoved into his pockets.*
Freya rolled her eyes, still trying to recover from the shock.
Freya
"Of course, you idiot! Don’t do that again!" *She scolded him, though a small smile tugged at her lips.*
Rex
*Rex chuckled.* "Alright, alright… my bad."
His gaze dropped to the heavy bag in her hands, and without a word, he reached out to take it.
Freya quickly pulled it back, shaking her head.
Freya
"You don’t have to, Rex. I can manage."
Rex
"It’s fine, Freya. I’ll walk you home." *His voice softened, no longer teasing.* "You shouldn’t be walking alone this late. It’s not safe."
For a moment, she hesitated.
Freya
(thinking): Why does he always do this?
Rex had always been there—checking up on her, making sure she was safe, stepping in whenever she needed help, even when she never asked for it. She should’ve been used to it by now, but sometimes, she wondered why he went out of his way for her.
Still, she was too tired to argue. With a small sigh, she let him take the bag from her hands, watching as he carried it with ease.
They walked side by side in comfortable silence, the only sounds coming from the occasional chirping of crickets and the distant hum of cars passing through town.
Freya
"You always do this, you know?"
Rex
*Rex looked down at her, raising an eyebrow.* "Do what?"
Freya
"Act like my personal bodyguard."
A small smile played on his lips, but instead of his usual teasing remark, his voice was softer when he spoke.
Rex
"Well… someone has to look after you."
The moment he spotted Freya walking alone at night, he couldn’t help himself.
He had been on his way home when he saw her—shoulders slumped, exhaustion written all over her face, carrying that grocery bag like it weighed a hundred pounds.
He knew Freya was stubborn. She never asked for help, never admitted when she was struggling. But he could see it, clear as day.
So, like always, he stepped in.
Scaring her had been a childish impulse, but the way she shrieked and turned on him with wide eyes was worth it. She was adorable when she was mad.
But beneath the teasing, beneath the laughter, there was something deeper—something he never had the courage to say out loud.
Rex
(thinking): Freya… if only you knew.
For years, he had watched over her. As kids and now as teenagers
She had no idea how many times he had wanted to tell her. How many times he had almost said those three words, only to swallow them back.
Rex
(thinking): I love you, Freya.
But she had never looked at him that way. To her, he was just Rex—her best friend, the boy who annoyed her, the one who always had her back.
And if staying by her side as a friend was the only way he could be close to her, then so be it.
He looked down at her, watching as she walked beside him, completely unaware of the war raging inside him.
She had no idea how much he wanted every moment like this to last forever.
Freya stole a glance at Rex, wondering—not for the first time—why he was always like this.
Protective. Attentive. Always there.
She knew he was just being Rex, but sometimes, she couldn’t shake the thought:
Freya
(thinking): Why does he care so much?
He had always been there, from childhood until now, watching over her like it was second nature. But why? Was it just habit? Loyalty?
Or was there something more?
Freya shook the thought away, focusing instead on the warmth of the night air and the comforting presence beside her.
For now, she wouldn’t question it.
For now, she would just be grateful.
And so, they walked on—side by side, two hearts beating in silent understanding, neither realizing how much the other wished for something more.
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