Sacred Prayer
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting golden patterns over the two bodies tangled together beneath the sheets. The world outside had begun to stir, but in this room, time had paused.
Freen was awake first, her arm draped around Becky, who was still nestled against her, her breath slow and even. Freen let her eyes linger, drinking in the sight of Becky—her tousled hair, the way her eyelashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks, the slight part of her lips as she slept peacefully, completely unaware of the way Freen’s heart was aching just looking at her.
Freen lifted a hand, brushing a stray strand of hair from Becky’s face, her fingers barely grazing her skin. She’s so beautiful.
A soft smile tugged at Freen’s lips as she leaned in, pressing the lightest kiss to Becky’s forehead.
Becky stirred, her nose scrunching slightly as she mumbled something incoherent.
Freen chuckled, the vibration of her laughter sending a pleasant shiver through Becky. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
Becky groaned, burying her face deeper into Freen’s neck. “No, I'm still sleeping.”
Freen smirked, running her fingers down Becky’s spine in lazy, featherlight strokes. “Are you, though?”
Becky peeked up at her through half-lidded eyes, her lips twitching into a faint smile. “I was. Until you started staring at me like a lovesick fool.”
Freen raised a brow and agreed. “I am a lovesick fool but only for you.”
Becky teased back. “Coz maybe no one else can handle you.”
Freen rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up.”
Becky grinned, tilting her head up, pressing a lazy, lingering kiss to Freen’s jaw. “No. Make me.”
Freen’s breath hitched at the teasing lilt in Becky’s voice, the challenge in her tone sparking something deep in her chest. “Oh, you're still in a mood , after the whole night huh?”
Becky smirked, fingers tracing idle patterns on Freen’s shoulder. “Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?”
Freen wasted no time, flipping them over so Becky was pinned beneath her. Becky gasped but giggled, her hands sliding over Freen’s bare shoulders, nails grazing lightly against her skin.
Freen hovered over her, their breaths mingling, the intimacy of the moment making Becky’s heart thrum a little faster.
“Say you love me,” Freen murmured, her lips ghosting over Becky’s cheek.
“I love you,” Becky whispered back without hesitation, her hands pulling Freen closer.
“Say you’ll never leave me,” Freen continued, her lips trailing down Becky’s jawline, slow and deliberate.
“I’ll never leave you,” Becky promised, fingers threading through Freen’s hair, tugging lightly.
Freen hummed, pleased, before capturing Becky’s lips in a kiss that was anything but lazy. It was slow but deep, filled with everything they couldn’t say out loud—the longing, the ache, the fear of too many goodbyes.
Becky sighed into the kiss, tilting her head to give Freen more access, her hands roaming over Freen’s back, memorizing every inch of her.
“You’re so soft,” Freen mumbled against her lips, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of Becky’s waist.
Becky smirked. “And you’re so obsessed.”
Freen nipped at Becky’s lower lip in response, making her squeak. “Maybe I am.”
Becky let out a breathless laugh, eyes twinkling. “You definitely are.”
Freen rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. Instead, she dipped her head, pressing kisses down Becky’s neck, slow and purposeful, eliciting a soft sigh from her. Becky’s fingers tightened in Freen’s hair, pulling her impossibly closer.
“You’re needy today,” Becky teased, her voice coming out softer than she intended.
Freen lifted her head, eyes dark but affectionate. “Of course, I am. I don’t get to hold you like this every day, remember?”
That sobered Becky up a little.
Their stolen moments were fleeting. Time was cruel like that.
Her fingers traced the side of Freen’s face, her touch featherlight. “I hate that you always have to leave.”
Freen leaned into her touch, pressing a kiss to Becky’s lips. “Shhhh!! Me too.”
They didn’t talk much after that. There was no need for words when their bodies spoke in softer, gentler ways—kisses pressed against bare skin, hands roaming, hearts syncing in a silent vow that neither of them dared to say out loud.
They moved together like they always did—effortless, like they were made to fit. Freen’s hands slid down Becky’s sides, fingers memorizing every inch of her, as if afraid this moment would be stolen away. Becky responded just as eagerly, her lips tracing the curve of Freen’s neck, whispering silent prayers into her skin.
They didn’t rush. There was no urgency, no desperation—just love. Love in the way they held each other, in the way they whispered names between kisses, in the way their fingers intertwined as if they were scared to let go.
And for a moment, they weren’t counting down the hours until Freen had to leave again.
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Soon Their early morning turned into midday, Becky called sick from her work, there was no way she would be going to work when freen is here with her.
The warmth of their bodies pressed together, the scent of lavender shampoo lingering in Becky’s hair—it all felt like a dream she didn’t want to wake up from.
Freen was still half-asleep in exhaustion of their never ending make out session, her arm draped lazily over Becky’s waist, fingers tracing slow, mindless circles against the bare skin of her back. It was a simple gesture, one that spoke of familiarity, of belonging. Becky could stay like this forever—just the two of them, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and whispered affections.
But forever wasn’t promised.
And the thought gnawed at Becky’s chest.
She hesitated before speaking, voice barely above a whisper. “Babe…. we’re going back to Thailand, right?”
Freen didn’t react immediately. Her fingers stilled for a brief second before resuming their soft movements. “You mean when your internship will be over?”
Becky nodded against Freen’s shoulder. “Yeah.”
Freen hummed in acknowledgment, her grip tightening slightly.
Becky exhaled, choosing her next words carefully. “What if… What if you find new projects here? What if your movie gets really successful—which I want, more than anything—but… ” She swallowed. “I’m scared that after this, everything might change.”
Freen shifted, propping herself up on her elbow so she could look at Becky properly. Her dark eyes softened, but there was something unreadable in them, something guarded.
Becky’s heart clenched.
“Becbec…” Freen started, brushing a stray strand of hair from Becky’s face. “You know I love you, right?”
Becky nodded immediately. “I know.”
“And you know that you matter to me more than any project, any movie, any success?”
Becky bit her lip. “I do.”
Freen smiled gently, but there was a flicker of something behind her eyes. Doubt? Guilt? Becky couldn’t tell.
“Then trust that we’ll figure it out,” Freen murmured, pressing a kiss to Becky’s forehead. “Like we always do.”
Becky’s fingers curled around the fabric of Freen’s shirt. “That’s not an answer, Freen.”
Freen sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. “It’s the only one I have right now.”
Becky’s chest tightened.
She wanted more. She wanted certainty. She wanted Freen to say yes, we’ll go back together, nothing will change, I promise.
But Freen wouldn’t say it.
Because she couldn’t.
And that scared Becky more than any amount of distance ever could.
Freen must have noticed the way Becky’s expression shifted because she cupped her face gently, tilting it up so their foreheads pressed together. “Hey… don’t do that.”
“Do what?” Becky whispered.
“Thinking too far ahead,” Freen murmured. “ Right now, I’m here. We’re here. And I love you, Becky. That’s not going to change.”
Becky closed her eyes, leaning into Freen’s touch. “You say that now.”
“And I’ll say it tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that,” Freen promised, her lips grazing Becky’s temple. “Every day. For as long as you let me.”
Becky’s breath hitched, tears stinging at the back of her eyes. “Forever?”
Freen smiled against her skin. “For as long as forever lets me.”
Becky knew she shouldn’t settle for half-spoken assurances. She knew she should push, demand the answer she desperately needed.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she let Freen kiss away the doubt, let herself believe in this moment, in the warmth, in the love that still lingered between them despite the unspoken fears that hovered like a shadow over their bed.
Because if she held on tightly enough, maybe—just maybe—the future wouldn’t take Freen away from her.
Not yet.
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden streaks across the room, as if trying to hold onto the day a little longer—just like Becky was trying to hold onto Freen.
But time never listened.
Freen stood by the door, her bags packed, her fingers gripping the strap a little too tightly. Her eyes, warm and tender, held Becky’s gaze with an ache neither of them wanted to name.
Becky stood still, arms crossed over her chest, lips pressed together in an effort to keep them from trembling. “I hate this part.”
Freen let out a soft chuckle, though there was no amusement behind it. “Me too.”
The distance between them felt unbearable, so Becky closed it, stepping forward and wrapping her arms tightly around Freen’s waist. “One & half month. That’s all that’s left.”
Freen exhaled, resting her chin atop Becky’s head. “One & half month..”
But why did it still feel so long?
Becky squeezed her eyes shut, as if that could stop the inevitable, as if burying herself in Freen’s warmth could freeze time. She inhaled deeply, memorizing the scent of Freen’s perfume mixed with something distinctly her—the scent of home.
“I’ll miss you,” Becky murmured, voice muffled against Freen’s shoulder.
Freen pressed a lingering kiss to the side of Becky’s head. “I’ll miss you more.”
Neither of them moved, as if staying wrapped around each other could change the fact that soon, Freen would have to leave.
Becky wanted to be strong, to be the person who could smile through goodbyes, but as Freen pulled back, her hands cupping Becky’s face, Becky knew she was failing miserably.
Freen’s thumbs brushed gently over Becky’s cheeks, and Becky realized—oh, she was crying.
“I love you,” Freen whispered, her voice thick with unspoken promises.
Becky forced a smile, even as her vision blurred. “I love you too.”
Freen hesitated, just for a second, before pressing one last kiss to Becky’s lips. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate—it was slow, aching, like a silent plea to hold on just a little longer.
And then, she stepped away.
Becky’s hands twitched at her sides, resisting the urge to pull Freen back. But she couldn’t be selfish. Not when Freen had a whole world waiting for her outside this door.
With one last lingering look, Freen picked up her bag and walked out.
Becky didn’t move.
She stood there, watching the empty space Freen left behind, feeling the ghost of her warmth still clinging to her skin.
One & half month left.
But somehow, Becky knew—time wasn’t the only thing that would stand between them when it was over.
🎶 And there we are again when nobody had to know
You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath
Sacred prayer and we'd swear
To remember it all too well, yeah… 🎶