Chapter 36
Freen became as cosy as she could and started hesitantly,
“Bec, we have to talk about the elephant in the room. How long are we going to delay that one conversation?”
Becky looked straight into Freen’s eyes—those eyes filled with nothing but pain—and she took a deep sigh, knowing the time had arrived.
“Babe, you think I don’t see it? The way you perfectly hide your pain, hide your storms, hide your debates with your fate.”
Becky responded with concern, while Freen paused in confusion.
“I know there’s something brewing in your head. I know you’ve got big moves all planned out, because there’s no way you’ll let your fate take me again. I see the way you’ve started to maintain your distance, the way you avoid eye contact when talking for long, the way you hug me, kiss me—it all feels like you’re doing it for the last time. I see it all. So now tell me, what do you have in there? How are you silencing your fate this time? What bait are you offering instead of me? Because let’s be honest… we’ve lost, haven’t we? Your fate has a knack for torturing you. Tell me all your moves—but be honest with me.”
Becky finally said.
And Freen was surprised to know it wasn’t only her battling her fate. Becky was too—maybe even worse.
Freen thought it would be her doing all the talking. But Becky, being Becky—the smartest of all—already knew everything. Freen couldn’t find a single word.
But Becky, Becky was not stopping at all.
“You’re thinking about going away? Breaking up? But that won’t end your torture. Your fate will never leave you. And this time, fate pushed you too far. So what are you thinking, babe? Dying?”
Becky said loud and clear, as if reading Freen’s mind.
And Freen couldn’t believe someone understood her this much. Someone could decipher her pain, her silence, her storms.
Freen stayed silent.
“You know, Freen—” (Freen. She said Freen. Oh, she is upset.)
“It’s not just you who loves me. I love you too. So much, that I can go through any pain for you. I’ve said it before—I can die just to spend a moment with you. And yes, I almost died, and that triggered you, I understand. But just like you want to see me safe, I want to see you safe too…”
“And I don’t know how we’re going to fight the battle with fate even if we break up, because you’ll always suffer it. And I could never forgive myself for letting you suffer it alone. So, I have an idea…”
Freen was listening carefully. The roles had reversed—it was Becky doing all the talking now.
“Let’s die together.”
Becky wrapped her speech with that.
“What? No. No one is dying, alright? You just came out of the hospital—how can you say something like that?”
Freen said in worry.
“No one is dying, okay?” Freen declared, watching her plan failing right before her eyes.
Death was not the option—not for her, and not for Becky. She realised it the moment Becky said she loved her too, and could go through any pain—which Freen always felt in every beat of her heart.
“But we have to cut the ties,” Freen finally said it.
“Did any of my speech make any sense to you?”
Becky pulled away, upset and angry, jumping off the bed and heading straight to her window.
“I promise you. I PROMISE YOU that I will never hurt myself. You promise me to move on.”
Freen insisted.
“Shut up, Freen. Enough is enough.”
Becky—once a sunshine—was now blazing fire.
Freen stood up, walked up to her, and hugged her from behind.
“It’s the only option, Bec. You know it, I know it—and it’s the safest one. Where you and I… at least we stay alive.”
“Ohh, the audacity of you hugging me and tearing me apart at the same time,”
Becky tried to unbuckle herself from Freen’s arms, but Freen didn’t let go.
“I thought of dying,” Freen said.
Becky paused. The weight of those words took its toll. Becky turned around, searching for Freen’s eyes.
“I’ve been so selfish, putting you at risk, knowing about my fate. How could I ever live with that pain, Bec?” Freen said.
“I’m this close to slapping you right now, Freen. Do you even have any idea how much I love you? Tell me, how do I tell you? Tell me what I have to do to show you how much I want to see you happy. Tell me—before you make any more reckless decisions like this!”
Becky spat, fisting Freen’s collar with her injured hands. Her anger was outrageous.
“I understand now. I’m sorry for being selfish yet again—for not respecting your love for me, and thinking about escaping all the pain just for my own mental relief. I’m sorry, Bec.”
Tears rolled down from Freen’s eyes.
Becky melted quickly, wiping them away while crying herself.
“But we don’t have any other option, Bec. Except breaking it all up. We don’t…”
Freen said while sobbing. They both joined their foreheads, understanding the demand of the moment—knowing this was the only choice they had to make to save each other’s life.
Silence took over.
They wrapped each other in a never-ending warm hug, knowing this would end soon.
Then, when the heat between their bodies became insufferable, Freen pulled back.
“If I stay around you on campus, it will be impossible for us to stay separated. We’ll have to answer to everyone why we can’t be together. And your dream is blooming here… so I’ll be moving to the USA. I’ll settle there. And I promise I’ll try my best to live my best life without you. I won’t do anything stupid.”
Freen said it all with a shivering voice.
“Look at you… all planned out already. Wow.”
Becky said, still crying, still holding Freen’s forehead against hers.
“When is the flight?”
Becky asked, knowing Freen had already figured it all out.
Freen hesitantly said,
“Next week.”
“So the deal is—you try to stay happy for me, and I’ll try to stay happy for you. But the rule is… we don’t have to think about each other at all,”
Becky smirked in sarcasm.
“Your fate sucks, babe,”
she tried to joke it all out. But they couldn’t.
“So… deal?”
Freen asked.
“As long as it’s a deal with each other—not with your fate—then… okay. Deal.”
Becky said while sobbing so hard, they could hear it echo in the room.
Their foreheads pressed together, breaths tangled, arms wrapped so tightly around each other that even air couldn’t pass through— as if letting go meant losing a part of their soul.
And maybe it did.
In that moment, they didn’t speak. Their souls did.
And their souls sang 🎵 — too loud for the silence around them to ignore.
🎶I don't wanna go
But baby, we both know
This is not our time
It's time to say goodbye 🎶
Tears streamed down their cheeks. They were sobbing, sniffling, trembling—gripping each other like memory could be preserved through skin.
Living every memory again—but in reverse.
From soft kisses to shy glances. From moonlight confessions to holding pinkies under crowded tables. Everything rewinding like fate was playing one last slideshow of their love.
🎶Until we meet again
'Cause this is not the end
It will come a day
When we will find our way🎶
And then— they kissed.
Their final one.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Desperate.
Like the world could end and this kiss would still echo through every timeline they had ever touched.
It wasn’t just a kiss. It was devotion.
Every swipe of their lips was a vow, every tear a prayer to survive.
It tasted of salt and sorrow, but all in the name of love.
🎶Violins playin' and the angels cryin'
When the stars align, then I'll be there🎶
Hands cupped cheeks. Fingers gripped waists. Their bodies swayed gently like dancers in slow motion. But time didn’t stop—it kept moving, cruelly.
🎶No, I don't care about them all
'Cause all I want is to be loved
And all I care about is you
You're stuck on me like a tattoo🎶
When they finally pulled back— reluctantly— Becky’s hands slid down to Freen’s abdomen, clutching at her shirt from the abs.
Not yet. Not yet. Please.
She didn’t say it out loud. She didn’t have to.
Her soul was singing it instead.
🎶No, I don't care about the pain
I'll walk through fire and through rain
Just to get closer to you
You're stuck on me like a tattoo🎶
Freen gently reached down. She unbuckled Becky’s grip, one trembling finger at a time.
Their eyes never left each other.
“I need you to take care of yourself for me, will you?” Freen whispered, her voice breaking like a fragile thread.
She pressed her lips to Becky’s knuckles, kissed each finger slowly…… then let them go.
One step back. Two.
Each step was heavier than the last. But she kept walking.
Out of the room.
Out of Becky’s arms.
Out of her life.
And in the silence that followed, it was as if the freen’s absence answered in song:
🎶I'm letting my hair down
I'm takin' it cool
You got my heart in your hand
Don't lose it, my friend
It's all that I got🎶
Becky could do nothing but watch— eyes blurred with tears, lips trembling with everything unsaid.
🎶Violins playin' and the angels cryin'"
"When the stars align, then I'll be there...🎶
Her knees gave out. She dropped to the floor.
Her arms wrapped around herself like Freen still lingered in the air.
She didn’t scream. She didn’t move. She just sat there, surrounded by silence, singing the rest of the song in her heart— a vow, a whisper, a promise to find her again.
You're stuck on me like a tattoo 🎶🎶
As soon as Freen stormed into her car, the door slammed shut behind her. And with that, she broke.
She screamed—a gut-wrenching, soul-tearing cry that no one else would ever hear. Her fists pounded against the steering wheel, over and over, until the car echoed with the sound of her fury. The pain, the helplessness, the injustice of it all—it boiled over.
“If fate were human,” she whispered through gritted teeth, “I would fight it with my bare hands.”
But fate wasn’t a person. It had no face, no body. Just a cruel, invisible hand that kept tightening around her life—around them.
Freen kicked the front of the dashboard in a fit of rage, the jolt silencing the car radio. But as she collapsed forward, forehead resting against the steering wheel, the radio clicked back on with a soft hum—almost like fate taunting her.
And then, it played. The song. Their song. The one Becky once said reminded her of Freen when she was at her lowest.
🎶I know that you're wrong for me
Gonna wish we never met on the day I leave
I brought you down to your knees
'Cause they say that misery loves company…🎶
Freen’s breathing slowed. The tears still came, but quieter now—less like waves crashing, more like a steady, endless rain.
🎶It's not your fault I ruin everything
And it's not your fault I can't be what you need
Baby, angels like you can't fly down hell with me
I'm everything they said I would be…🎶
And with those words, something inside her shattered so quietly it almost felt like relief.
Her cries faded. Her sobbing dulled into silence. And in that numb, empty stillness, she finally turned the keys.
The engine started.
The road stretched ahead.
And she drove off—
Leaving behind the only person she had ever loved enough to walk away from.
Not because she wanted to.
But because fate had forced her to.
Becky wiped her tears, but the anger still wouldn’t leave her body. It pulsed through her veins like fire, and before she could stop herself, she threw her head back and screamed at the ceiling—
“Maybe not having what she wants is Freen’s fate—but I? I get what I want. Because that’s always been my fate!”
Her voice echoed through the quiet room like a war cry.
She sniffled, soaking up the last of her tears, and muttered to herself—half in fury, half in sheer determination, “I still have one week. And I’m not wasting a second of it.”
Without hesitation, Becky stormed toward the storeroom of her house—a space that used to be her study room, long abandoned and left to dust. She pulled off the old cloths draped over the tables, wiped down the forgotten surfaces, and cleaned the whiteboard until it gleamed like new.
Then she grabbed a marker, uncapped it with a snap, and wrote in bold strokes:
“NOT GIVING UP”
“7 DAYS LEFT”
The ink bled slightly into the surface, but Becky stared at the words like they were etched into her soul.
She wasn’t sad anymore.
She wasn’t sitting in longing.
She was done missing Freen in silence.
She was planning.
Planning to win her back with every ounce of love, every beat of her heart, and all the confidence the universe could offer.
Becky had created a new mindset for herself—a manifested world where she was already holding Freen’s hand again. In this world, there was no doubt. No fear. No defeat.
Only one truth she now believed with 1000% certainty:
Freen was coming back to her.
One way or another.