Chapter 33
Morning light tiptoed into the room, slipping through the balcony window and casting a soft golden shimmer over the tangled white sheets. It illuminated the chaos left behind—scattered clothes, fallen pillows, and the faintest trail of memories etched across the floor.
Freen stirred beneath the weight of something warm, something familiar. Her lashes fluttered open, slow and reluctant, and her gaze landed on Becky—peacefully asleep, cheek pressed against Freen’s bare boo* I mean chest, arms wrapped around her like she belonged there. Like she always had.
For a long, quiet second, Freen didn’t move. She simply watched.
The morning sun threatened to spill too much truth into the moment, so with one gentle hand, Freen reached toward the curtain and dragged it shut, letting darkness cradle the room once again.
She glanced around. The mess from the night before wasn’t just on the floor—it was everywhere. In the air. In her skin. In her bones. The scent of cigarettes still clung faintly to the corners of the room, mixing with something sweeter, heavier. Something intimate. Her heart skipped. Oh.
Her eyes drifted back to Becky. Hair a little wild. Lips slightly parted. Breathing in a rhythm that felt synced to her own heartbeat. Freen brought her nose closer, gently inhaling the scent of Becky’s hair, something floral and sleep-warm, grounding her more than she expected.
Her arm curled tighter around Becky’s waist, protective now. Possessive.
And then—Freen allowed the floodgates to open.
The night.
The kiss.
The whispers.
The hands.
The surrender.
The boldness in Becky’s touch.
The way Freen gave in without thinking.
The way she didn’t regret it. Not yet.
But morning was here. And reality never stayed behind closed curtains for long.
Still, in this fragile in-between—where dreams hadn’t quite faded and consequences hadn’t quite arrived—Freen held her a little closer, eyes shut, heart full, trying to hold back time.
And just then, the devilish voice inside her stirred—the one she couldn’t shut out. The devil cloaked in her own conscience whispered into the silence.
“Well, well, well… look at you,” it taunted. “How courageous. Or should I say reckless? You really did it, didn’t you? You challenged your fate like it doesn’t matter anymore if it breaks Becky. You were selfish last night, Freen.”
Freen twitched, her jaw tightening. “Shut up,” she muttered under her breath, voice sharp and low, like trying to slice through her own thoughts. She adjusted Becky a little closer, arms protectively curling around her. She wasn’t going to push her away. Not now. Not ever.
But the voice didn’t stop. It never did.
“Oh, you can try to silence me, but you know who won’t sit still?”
A beat.
“Your fate, Freen. And you will be the reason it comes for her.”
The warning struck her like ice poured into her veins.
Her eyes welled up, spilling quiet tears that streaked toward her hairline. She bit her lip, swallowing the scream inside her throat. And then she pleaded—silently, hopelessly—to the force she never understood but always feared.
“I’m tired of fighting you, fate. I’m tired of arguing, tired of losing. I have nothing left to offer you. Nothing left to give. Please—this time, I’m begging you. Spare me.”
She pulled Becky even tighter, as if her arms alone could shield her from what the universe might do next.
“Take everything from me… but don’t you dare touch her.”
Her heart thudded.
“Because if you do—if you even try—I swear, I’m done playing your game. I’ll burn everything down. That’s where I draw the line.”
She inhaled, her voice breaking in the silence of her soul.
“I won’t breathe if she stops breathing. I won’t go on without her. Please, for the love of God, have mercy on me... just this once.”
She lay there, trapped in her own storm, fighting a war inside her chest as she clung to the one person who made her feel human again.
And just then—like soft rain interrupting fire—Becky stirred.
She blinked her eyes open slowly, sleep still clinging to her lashes. The warmth beneath her cheek, the steady rhythm of Freen’s heartbeat beneath her ear—it was all too real to be a dream.
She blinked again, this time wide awake.
Their bare skin fit together perfectly beneath the blankets, the heat between them untouched by the morning cold. Becky’s cheeks flushed as memories of the night cascaded back into her, vivid and teasing.
To be sure—just to confirm it wasn’t some beautiful illusion—she pushed herself up slightly, resting on her elbow to look into Freen’s face.
Freen was already watching her, eyes filled with something unspoken. Something raw. Pure. Protective. Affectionate.
Their eyes locked. And Freen, without a word, gently pressed Becky’s head back down where it was, a tender palm guiding her home as if saying Stay, Let’s live this moment a little longer.
And Becky understood it all too well.
She sighed into the crook of Freen’s neck, nuzzling closer, as if her body had always belonged there. Their hearts beat in quiet harmony, wrapped in the stillness of a morning they didn’t dare disturb.
Because for now, in this small bubble of warmth and white sheets, fate was silent.
And love—love was louder.
As they settled into a comforting silence, Becky couldn’t help but worry about what must be going on inside Freen’s head. She tightened her grip around her, afraid—what if Freen pushed her away again?
She hated that thought.
It must all be terrifying for Freen... and maybe Becky had been too reckless with her confession. With that guilt tugging at her heart, she slowly lifted herself onto her elbow to face Freen, just as Freen gently adjusted the blanket, shielding them from the cold winter air.
"Are you okay, babe?" Becky asked, her eyes searching Freen’s for a glimpse of what she might be hiding.
Freen remained quiet, instead reaching up to tuck Becky’s falling hair behind her ear.
"Is it troubling you?" Becky asked again, softer this time.
Freen placed both her palms on Becky’s cheeks, squishing them gently as she pulled her closer for a quick peck. But Becky, being Becky, wasn’t letting her off so easily.
“Babe,” she whispered, “answer me. You don’t have to go through it alone. And don’t you dare hide it all from me now.”
She rubbed Freen’s jaw with her thumb, in the most comforting way—soft but firm, like a promise.
Freen leaned in again to press a kiss to Becky’s forehead, holding her there for a long moment.
Becky exhaled a smile “Okay, okay, babe, Not that I’m complaining about this sweet version of you, but give me words, na,” Becky teased gently, holding Freen’s hands between them, not letting her escape behind silence this time.
Freen let out a deep sigh, her voice low and honest. “I don’t have any answers, bb. Sure, there’s a storm brewing, but no matter what, I can’t give up on you. And I know that’s selfish... but this—us—I want it so bad.”
She pulled Becky into a hug, burying becky’s face in the crook of her neck.
Tears welled up in Becky’s eyes. She couldn’t believe it—Freen was being open, vulnerable, and for the first time, choosing her happiness. All her guards were down. She was letting Becky see her. All of her.
Becky leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on Freen’s collarbone.
Then, hovering over her, she whispered, “Promise me one thing—that no matter what comes ahead, you won’t blame any of it on yourself. Because clearly, it was me. I’m the one who confessed, recklessly. I lit the match to the leaking fuel.”
Freen stared into Becky’s eyes, her heart aching. How could someone this angelic walk the earth? How could a soul this pure exist? Love didn’t just radiate from Becky—it’s what she was made of.
Freen pulled her close again, looked at her eyes then to her lips and gently nibbled her lower lip before pulling back. “Thank you,” she said softly. “For all of it. I would’ve never dared on my own. But thank you, my little munchkin, for loving this mess of a person.”
Before she could say more, Becky cut her off by nibbling Freen’s upper lip in return.
Pulling back with a small smile, Becky said, “Not that I want to ruin the moment, but we kinda need to discuss the elephant in the room, na kha?”
She tilted her head, her voice melodic and sincere. “How are we going to deal with it? Because I swear, I could die in a heartbeat just to spend my life like this with you.”
“Bec…” Freen’s voice cracked.
“Don’t say that again,” she said, gripping Becky tighter before turning her gently, hovering above her now as she adjusted the sheets around them.
“I don’t have any answers right now,” Freen admitted, her voice thick with emotion. “But I swear... I’ll burn down the whole world if it means keeping you safe. I can’t lose you and I promise I will not push you away this time”
She peppered Becky’s face with kisses, soft and desperate, each one laced with silent promises.
Becky smiled through her tears. “We’ll go through it together, okay? We’ll find a cure. I really did try so hard before, but this time... we both will. I just hope we get to stay like this—forever.”
Freen nodded slowly, eyes locked with hers. “This time, I want to try too. I want to fight. But one thing’s for sure—if anything happens to you, I’m going down with you.”
And with that, she leaned in again, leaving one more lingering kiss on Becky’s lips.
"You like them so much, don’t you?" Becky teased, referring to her lips that Freen wouldn't stop kissing.
"I love them so much," Freen said, pressing another kiss on them without hesitation.
Becky chuckled and gently pushed Freen down, now hovering over her. “I still can’t believe you tricked me with your moves the whole night and didn’t let me have what I wanted so badly—not that I had any energy left in me to even try—but still… don’t get too smart with me.”
"Seriously, are you complaining?" Freen raised an eyebrow, referring to how many times Becky screamed out her name without her doing actual stuff.
"Nooo,” Becky smirked, “but it was ridiculous of you to say ‘wait till you’re twenty’ in the middle of such intimate devotion.”
Freen laughed softly. “Don’t try to act older than your age. You really wanted everything in one go?”
"Ummm, but I thought I only had this night. Who knows if I’d wake up to an empty bed?” Becky said teasingly, poking Freen’s chest lightly.
“Don’t say that,” Freen said, voice turning gentle as she ran her fingers through Becky’s hair. “I’d never leave you like that.”
Just as they were lost in their teasing and warm banter, Becky’s alarm rang—breaking their little spell. Freen grabbed the phone and shut it off, tossing it across the bed.
Becky laughed. “Okay, okay, at least let me put on some clothes—”
“NO,” Freen pulled her back in, voice firm but playful.
“Babe, at least let me wear bare minimum—”
“NO,” Freen shut her up with another kiss.
“Babe, you can control yourself so much, but I can’t. So either let me wear something, or I’m going to have breakfast my way...” Becky said with a mischievous grin, slowly letting her hand crawl down Freen’s thigh.
Freen batted her hand away, gently, then wrapped Becky’s arms around herself. “BEC,” Freen whispered shyly, cheeks flushed. Then murmuring under her breath with her cold and authoritative tone, “Who even made clothes? Why even wear them? You’re never going to wear them with me, you got that?!.”
Becky’s eyes widened in mock shock. “Either you say nothing, or you say everything without a filter! Babe, be careful around people, alright?” she said, giving a teasing warning.
And just like that, they stayed in Freen’s bed far longer than planned—entangled in warmth, teasing, and all the little things they didn’t dare say out loud until now.
But deep down, in Freen’s bones, guilt was quietly brewing—the guilt of being selfish, of choosing her own happiness over Becky’s safety. Yet knowing that Becky wanted this too gave her the courage to fight for them, to at least not give up without a fight. So she made a silent promise to herself: she would protect Becky at all costs—but never push her away. Not when they both felt the same. Not when love like this was finally being held with both hands.
It was time to find a loophole… It was time to fight back and write their own fate. It was time for Fate vs. Love… let’s wait for what awaits.