Here we are again
Weeks passed, and things had shifted. The once easy, carefree moments had turned into a constant rush of responsibilities. Becky was submerged in her internship—early mornings, late nights, her phone buzzing with deadlines, emails, and assignments that never seemed to end. Freen, too, had her own busy schedule, juggling brand campaigns and photoshoots that kept her away for days on end. Their once daily routine of shared cups of coffee, laughter, and quiet moments was replaced by short, hurried messages and the occasional, tired call.
It was as if the magic they once had—the connection that had felt effortless—was slowly slipping away, not due to a lack of love, but because of the weight of their individual worlds. They were both trying so hard to keep their dreams alive that they barely had time for the dreams they shared.
It was another one of those nights when Becky had come home, exhausted from the day's work. She had hoped, just once, that Freen would be there waiting for her, ready to drop everything for a few quiet moments. But, as usual, Freen was busy—on the phone with a brand representative, her mind clearly elsewhere. Becky sank onto the couch, looking at her phone one last time. There was no new message from Freen the entire day, just “ have your lunch on time” and “I’m shooting for a campaign and can't pick up calls, bec you take care”.
She sighed, pulling the scarf like a blanket around her and settling in for the night. A few minutes later, her eyes fluttered closed. She had wanted to wait up for Freen, wanted to talk to her, but the exhaustion had crept in faster than she could keep up. And as she drifted to sleep, she told herself it was okay, that this was just a phase. They’d be fine. She had to believe that.
Later that night, when Freen finally ended her calls and stepped into the living room, the sight before her made her stop in her tracks.
Becky was fast asleep on the couch, curled up tightly with Freen’s scarf clutched to her chest like a security blanket. Her face looked peaceful, but there were faint lines of stress around her eyes, even in sleep.
Freen walked over and gently nudged her. "Bec... let’s go to bed," she whispered.
But Becky didn’t stir. She was deep in sleep—completely worn out.
Freen’s heart softened instantly. Watching Becky like this, so tired from the relentless pressure at the law firm, made something ache inside her. Those people made their interns work like crazy, and Becky never complained, just kept pushing through with quiet determination.
Sitting down beside her, Freen brushed the hair from Becky’s face, her fingers moving slowly, reverently. She caressed her cheek, then began massaging her scalp with the gentlest care, as if each motion could erase a little of the weight Becky carried.
After a while, when she was sure Becky wouldn’t wake, Freen carefully slipped her arms beneath her and lifted her up. Becky stirred slightly but didn’t wake—just snuggled closer.
Freen carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. She climbed in beside her, pulling the blanket over both of them, her arms wrapping instinctively around Becky’s tired frame.
She kissed her forehead—once, twice, maybe more than she could count—and rubbed her arm softly, wishing she could take some of the load away.
Just for a while. Just so Becky could rest.
And somewhere between the quiet kisses and the silent prayers, Freen, too, drifted off to sleep, holding Becky close in the dark.
The next morning, Freen woke up to an empty bed. The faint light of dawn crept through the window as she stretched and rubbed her eyes, her phone buzzing on the nightstand. She grabbed it sleepily, scrolling through the messages from her team. A quick glance at the clock made her realize the time—Becky had already left for her internship.
Freen sighed, a pang of guilt tightening her chest. They had barely spoken the night before. Just a couple of rushed texts that didn't quite carry the weight they used to. Freen knew it wasn't anyone's fault, but it still hurt. She felt the distance growing between them, and it wasn't just physical. They were slipping into a routine where "I miss you" had become an afterthought, something they said without truly feeling it anymore.
🎶 And I know it's long gone and
That magic's not here no more
And I might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
Oh, oh, oh….. 🎶
But Freen had a plan. Today, she wasn’t going to let the distance grow any wider. She wanted to remind Becky of what they meant to each other, to rekindle that spark that had started everything in the first place.
She quickly dressed, grabbed a few bags of Becky’s favorite food, and jumped into her car. Her heart raced with excitement and nervousness as she drove through the streets of england, heading toward Becky’s internship office. It had been weeks since they’d spent any real time together, and Freen was determined to fix that, even if it was just for a few stolen hours.
Becky had been working hard at her desk, trying to focus despite the exhaustion settling in her bones. She was grateful for the opportunity, but some days, it felt like it was too much—too much pressure, too many deadlines, and not enough time to just breathe. The constant juggling had left her feeling disconnected, like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit anywhere.
She glanced at the clock. It was already noon, and there was still no sign of Freen. It had been so long since they had just spent a moment together. Becky sighed, leaning back in her chair for a brief reprieve. Maybe they’d get to talk later—if only for a few minutes.
As if the universe had heard her wish, the door to the office suddenly opened, and there stood Freen, holding a brown paper bag in one hand and a wide grin on her face.
“Freen?” Becky blinked in surprise, her heart skipping a beat. "What are you doing here?"
Freen’s smile only widened as she set the bags down on the desk. “Surprise,” she said, her voice playful but warm. “I thought you might need a little break.”
Becky’s eyes softened, and a rush of emotions washed over her. In the middle of her hectic day, here was Freen—showing up without warning, just to spend a few moments with her. She stood up, not caring that she was still in her work clothes, her messy hair falling around her face.
Freen stepped forward, pulling her into a tight embrace. For a second, everything else faded—the internship, the work, the tiredness. All that mattered was the warmth of Freen’s arms around her. “I missed you,” Becky whispered.
Freen pulled back slightly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Becky’s ear. “I missed you more. You’re working too hard, Bec.”
Becky smiled, feeling the familiar warmth spread through her chest. “You don’t have to worry about me,” she replied, her voice light. “But... I guess I do miss you a lot.”
Freen chuckled softly, reaching for the bags she had brought. “Well, I’m here now, and I brought lunch. Let’s eat.”
They settled in the corner of Becky’s office, sharing a quiet lunch together. It wasn’t a grand romantic gesture, but to them, it was perfect. Just being in each other’s company, without the rush of time or the weight of work hanging over them, felt like a gift.
As they ate, the conversation flowed easily. Becky updated Freen on her internship, and Freen shared stories of her latest campaign. They joked about the absurdity of some of the outfits she’d had to wear, and Becky laughed, the sound of her happiness warming Freen’s heart. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.
Freen carefully handed Becky a napkin, wiping a small smudge of sauce off the corner of her mouth. “You always get food everywhere,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with affection.
Becky laughed, swiping at her mouth. “You’re just as bad as me, you know.”
Freen raised an eyebrow. “I’m not the one who can’t manage to eat without looking like a disaster.”
Becky stuck her tongue out playfully. “Hey, I was in the zone. Work mode.”
Freen smiled and leaned in to kiss her forehead, her fingers brushing against Becky’s skin. “I don’t care if you’re in work mode. Just don’t forget to take care of yourself.”
Becky looked up, her gaze meeting Freen’s, and in that moment, everything seemed to make sense again. They were okay. They were more than okay. They were still in love, still holding on despite the busy lives they were leading.
“I won’t forget,” Becky said softly, taking Freen’s hand in hers.
Freen’s thumb traced light circles on Becky’s knuckles. She tilted her head, her tone lowering into that mischievous drawl that always made Becky nervous for all the right reasons. “You know… there’s something I haven’t had all day,” she murmured, eyes dropping to Becky’s lips for just a heartbeat.
Becky’s eyes widened. “Freen… we’re at my office.”
Freen leaned in a little, smirking. “So?”
“So someone could walk in! My supervisor’s room is literally two doors away,” Becky whispered, glancing nervously at the door.
But Freen was unbothered. She tucked a loose strand of Becky’s hair behind her ear, her voice teasing but dipped in longing. “Just one kiss. Not asking for much. A decent, soul-squeezing, sanity-stealing kiss to survive the rest of the day.”
Becky swatted her arm lightly. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet you love me,” Freen grinned.
“I do,” Becky sighed, the smile tugging at her lips despite herself. “But I also love my internship and would prefer not getting fired in my first month.”
Freen chuckled and leaned back a little, but her eyes still lingered. “Fine, no kiss. I’ll just sit here and suffer… in silence… slowly dying.”
“You’re so dramatic,” Becky whispered, biting her lip to stop from laughing.
Freen shrugged, already flopping back into her chair with mock despair. “Love makes people do strange things.”
Becky rolled her eyes, then paused—her heart tugging at the way Freen was watching her. That look of quiet adoration. That touch of ridiculousness masking something deeply sincere.
So, before she could talk herself out of it, Becky leaned forward, grabbed Freen’s collar gently, and kissed her.
Long. Deep. Breath-stealing.
Freen froze for a second in pure surprise… then melted into it like she’d been waiting forever.
When they finally pulled away, Becky whispered against her lips, “Now, go. Before I lose all my self-control and start a scandal in this building.”
Freen blinked, dazed. “Totally worth the risk.”
The moment felt perfect, like everything had fallen into place. There was no rushing, no pressure. It was just them, and that was enough.
When the time came to say goodbye, Freen kissed Becky once more, lingering in the moment before pulling back. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” she said, her voice low.
Becky smiled, squeezing her hand. “Promise?”
Freen nodded, her eyes full of affection. “Promise.”
As Freen left the office, Becky watched her go, the weight of the past few weeks lifting just a little. They were still here. They were still in this together.
And as Freen disappeared into the street, Becky knew—despite the distance and the silence that sometimes filled their lives—they’d make it through. Together.
🎶 'Causе there we arе again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well…… 🎶