Forevermore
Freen sat on the edge of Becky’s bed, fingers tapping anxiously against her thigh. The house was quiet—her heart, anything but.
She had spent the entire day lost in her own head, replaying that text, the way it must have hit Becky like a slap.
"Act your age"
She hadn’t meant it like that. She hadn’t meant to make Becky feel small, like she was incapable, like she was just a kid playing pretend in a world Freen controlled.
But that’s how it must have felt, hadn’t it?
So Freen stayed home, waiting. Not because she didn’t want to go to Becky’s office—she did, God, she did—but because she knew Becky. She knew that going to the office and apologizing there would only make her retreat further, locking herself away behind that cold, guarded exterior.
So instead, she poured every ounce of love she had into this moment.
The room was set.
Fairy lights cast a warm, golden glow across the space. Candles flickered on the nightstand, their soft scent of vanilla and jasmine filling the air. The small table in the center of the room was draped with a white cloth, set for two, their favorite dishes carefully placed with love. And in the middle of it all, a bouquet of white roses—Becky’s favorite.
Freen had thought of everything in a manner that won’t disturb Becky's parents.
And now, all she could do was wait.
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The scent of jasmine and vanilla clung to the air, curling around Becky’s senses like an old melody—familiar, haunting, and far too tender for the storm still raging in her chest.
She had dragged herself through the front door half-drenched from the drizzle, her makeup smeared from tears long dried, her body begging for rest. She was ready to fall into bed and shut the world out. She wasn’t ready to feel anything tonight.
But what she walked into stopped her in her tracks.
She froze.
Her room, once cold and quiet and untouched for days, now glowed with soft, flickering candlelight. Dozens of tiny tea lights were scattered across the shelves and windowsill, casting warm halos against the walls. The bed was made—neatly, lovingly—and soft music played in the background, something acoustic and heartbreakingly slow. The scent of Becky's favorite vanilla incense mingled with jasmine petals laid like a trail across the floor.
At the center of it all, a small table was set for two. Plates waited—untouched, still steaming. There was Becky's favorite comfort food, carefully plated. Water in wine glasses. Freen knew she didn’t drink when she was upset.
And there—standing in the middle of it all—was Freen.
She wore one of Becky’s favorite colors, her hair loosely tied back, and in her slightly trembling hands, a bouquet of fresh white roses. Her eyes were wide and soft, shimmering with more hope than she probably had the right to carry. And when she looked at Becky… it wasn’t just love—it was apology, desperation, and the ache of missing someone so much it hurt to breathe.
Becky’s heart twisted.
But her walls, built brick by brick over weeks of hurt, didn’t crumble so easily.
She took a breath and steadied herself.
Her lips pressed together, her voice barely above a whisper but heavy with weight. “Freen… what is this?”
Freen took a hesitant step forward, like even the slightest misstep might push Becky farther away. She extended the bouquet, fingers trembling just slightly.
“A peace offering,” she said quietly.
Becky stared at the flowers, then at Freen, but made no move to take them.
Freen exhaled slowly. “I know I messed up,” she said softly. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. I didn’t mean it the way it sounded, but I know that doesn’t matter because it hurt you.”
Becky looked away, arms crossing over her chest, the weight in her heart heavier than ever.
Freen took a deep breath, then did something Becky never expected.
She dropped to her knees.
Not in dramatics. Not in desperation. But in raw, unfiltered begging kinda way..
“Becbec, please,” Freen whispered, voice thick with emotion. “Just listen to me.”
Becky’s throat tightened, but she stayed silent.
Freen’s hands shook as she reached for Becky’s, pressing a trembling kiss to her knuckles.
“You are the strongest, most brilliant person I know. You are not just 20—you are everything. My everything. And I hate that I made you feel anything less.”
Becky’s breath wavered, but she still held back.
Freen looked up at her, desperation and devotion shining in her gaze.
“I was scared.” Her voice cracked. “I was scared that maybe… I wasn’t enough for you anymore. That maybe you’d realize someone else could give you what I couldn’t.”
Becky inhaled sharply. “Freen—”
“I don’t want to lose you,” Freen’s voice broke completely. “I can’t. Please, baby. Please tell me I haven’t lost you.”
Becky’s chest ached, but she forced herself to stand firm.
"You are losing me," she said, voice quiet but heavy. "You are pushing me away. And you don’t even see it."
Freen flinched, like the words physically struck her. "Becky—"
"You left," Becky cut her off, eyes burning. "You left, and now you have signed another contract. Another project that takes you away. Again."
Freen stilled.
Becky shook her head. "And you didn’t even tell me first. You just—decided. Just like that."
Freen let out a shaky breath, gripping Becky’s hands tighter. "No, Bec, no. I did think about you. About us. That’s why I signed it."
Becky let out a short, bitter laugh, pulling away. "You expect me to believe that?"
Freen’s jaw tensed, but she didn’t back down. "Yes."
Becky blinked. Freen’s voice was firm, steady. Certain.
Freen swallowed hard, her voice softer now. "I signed this contract because it’s not going to start anytime soon. It’s set for next year, and we have more than six months in between to go back to Thailand together. I signed it because they accepted all my terms and conditions. And above all, I signed it because I thought you would be happy—because finally, I will be doing my dream role. The dream role I’ve shared with you so many times, the one you always wished for the universe to make happen."
Becky’s heart pounded.
Freen took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she reached for Becky’s again. "This contract… it’s different. I made sure I won’t be gone for months like before. I made sure I’d have time—to be with you. For you. I read every single line, Becky. I negotiated every term with you in mind. It’s not perfect, I know that. But I didn’t do it to leave you. I did it because I want a future with you. And I need to make sure we have one."
Becky’s vision blurred with unshed tears. "Freen…"
Freen let out a breathless, unsteady laugh. "I even have a damn folder in my email labeled ‘Becky’ with all the clauses I made them change just so we could have more time together. I can show it to you if you don’t believe me."
Becky’s heart clenched, her anger beginning to waver.
"I don’t want you to feel like I’m choosing work over you," Freen whispered. "Because I’m not. I’m choosing us. And if that means fighting for a career that lets me love you the way you deserve to be loved, then that’s what I’m going to do."
Becky bit her lip, willing herself to stay mad. But how could she?
Freen’s love was in the details. In the negotiations she thought of Becky during. In the way she kneeled before her now, hands still shaking.
Freen let out a slow breath, looking up at her with those dark, pleading eyes.
"Please, BB." Her voice broke on the last word. "Please don’t shut me out."
Becky exhaled sharply, tears spilling over as she dropped to her knees too, pulling Freen into a tight, shaking embrace. into Freen’s arms, holding her with a desperation that only came from nights spent aching in silence.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she buried her face into Freen’s shoulder.
“Did you really think it through that much?” she whispered, voice cracked and small. “And I didn’t even let you explain…” Her words dissolved into sobs, muffled against Freen’s warmth.
Freen’s arms wrapped tighter around her, grounding her, breaking right alongside her.
“We really need to fix this communication gap, baby…” Freen whispered, her voice low, raw with everything she hadn’t said. “If I’ve learned anything from this hell we’ve both been through—it’s that. But damn it, time never gave us the space to breathe. I’m sorry it took me so long to say everything.”
Becky pulled back just enough to look into her eyes—red-rimmed, glassy, overflowing.
“You absolute idiot,” she choked out, a tearful smile breaking through the pain. “I love you so damn much.”
And just like that, the weight of the past weeks—every misunderstanding, every lonely night, every broken word—spilled from her like a flood.
Freen let out a broken, breathless sound, a sob caught halfway between guilt and relief, clutching Becky even tighter, like letting go wasn’t an option anymore.
Like it never would be again.
They stayed like that, wrapped around each other, whispering apologies and confessions that had been too long unsaid.
Until Becky finally pulled back, cupped Freen’s face, and kissed her.
Soft at first.
Then deeper.
Again and again, until the pain melted away, leaving only love in its wake.
And in between kisses, Becky paused for a while.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for pushing you away. The distance turned me into something short of evil. I hated everything—everything, babe. I don’t like your shipping rumors with that co-star, and above that, the news of you signing the contract… I lost it all.
I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t give you a chance to explain anything. I’m sorry I doubted you. I doubted your love.
I’m sorry, bebe. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
Freen exhaled a shaky breath, her forehead resting gently against Becky’s. Their hands were still clasped, fingers tangled together like they never wanted to let go. The weight of everything that had happened lingered between them, thick and heavy—but for the first time in weeks, it didn’t feel unbearable.
“I guess we’re both sorry, babe,” Freen murmured, her lips brushing against Becky’s as she spoke.
Becky hummed, her fingers sliding up to Freen’s jaw. “So what do we do to make it right?”
Freen pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, dark and smoldering with the remnants of unshed tears. “Kiss all the pain away, baby.”
Becky smirked, tilting her head slightly. “That sounds like a solid plan.”
And just like that, their lips met again—slow at first, soft and lingering, as if sealing all their unspoken apologies into the warmth of their kiss. But then Becky bit down on Freen’s lower lip, tugging just enough to earn a deep groan from her.
“Really?” Freen huffed against her mouth. “We just made up, and you’re already trying to start something?”
Becky grinned, all innocent mischief. “What? I’m just following the plan. Kissing all the pain away.”
Freen chuckled, sliding her hands down Becky’s waist and pulling her closer. “Oh yeah? Then how about I remind you just how much I love you?”
Becky raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You mean by making questionable life decisions and signing contracts without consulting me first?”
Freen groaned, dropping her forehead onto Becky’s shoulder. “Okay, I deserved that.”
“You did,” Becky agreed, stroking Freen’s hair. Then she sighed dramatically. “But I guess I also deserved being scolded like a toddler about my drinking habits.”
Freen lifted her head, smirking. “Oh, you mean the fact that you’re a baby?”
Becky gasped, shoving at her shoulder. “I am not a baby!”
“You’re literally twenty.”
“Oh, so we’re back to this again?” Becky narrowed her eyes, placing her hands on her hips.
Freen grinned. “Would you like me to get on my knees again and beg for forgiveness?”
Becky opened her mouth to fire back a retort, but Freen shut her up with another kiss—deep and unhurried, the kind that left Becky’s toes curling and her heart stammering.
Somewhere in the background, soft music started playing. The opening notes of A Thousand Years filled the air, and Becky felt Freen smiling against her lips.
“Are you seriously making me dance to Twilight music?” Becky teased.
Freen shrugged, already taking her hands and pulling her to the center of the room. “Come on, bec. It’s romantic.”
“It’s cheesy.”
“You love cheesy.”
Becky sighed but let Freen guide her arms around her neck as she wrapped her own around Becky’s waist. They swayed together, slow and close, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Becky rested her head against Freen’s shoulder, closing her eyes as she breathed her in.
“I hate how stupid we are sometimes,” Becky mumbled against Freen’s skin.
Freen chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah. But at least we’re stupid together.”
Becky lifted her head to look at her, lips curling into a smile. “And in love.”
Freen grinned, leaning down to press one last, lingering kiss against her lips. “Hopelessly.”
And as they danced under the dim glow of their room, wrapped in each other’s arms, Becky finally let herself believe—no matter the storms, no matter the fights, they would always find their way back.
Together.
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Dinner was warm, filled with quiet laughter and tender glances. Every touch lingered, every smile was softer than the last. They fed each other between kisses—small bites, playful nudges, fingertips brushing, the air between them thick with unspoken affection.
“You’re making a mess,” Becky murmured, scrunching her nose as Freen smeared a little bit of sauce on the corner of her lips.
Freen grinned, leaning in to swipe it away with her thumb before popping it into her mouth. “Tastes better this way.”
Becky rolled her eyes, but the flush creeping up her neck betrayed her. “Hopeless.”
Freen shrugged. “Hopelessly in love.”
Becky groaned but couldn’t fight the smile pulling at her lips.
And when the plates were cleared and the soft lull of the night had settled between them like a fragile peace, Freen reached into her pocket—hands slightly trembling.
“I was supposed to give you this on Valentine’s Day,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as she pulled out a small velvet box. Her thumb rubbed slowly over the lid, like she was still gathering the courage to open it, to offer a piece of her heart all over again.
Becky stilled.
Her eyes dropped to the box, then flicked up to Freen’s face—searching, uncertain, her breath hitching in her throat.
Freen saw the flicker of emotion cross her features and chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension. “Relax, babe. It’s not a proposal. It’s just a promise present. Don’t expect too much.”
Becky raised a brow, eyes narrowing with mock suspicion even as something in her chest began to ache sweetly. “Oh? Just a promise present? That sounds dangerously close to a proposal to me.”
Freen let out a dramatic gasp, clutching her heart. “Excuse me? Miss Overthinker, take it down a notch.”
Becky laughed through the lump rising in her throat, reaching out to playfully pinch her. “You’re unbelievable—"
But she stopped short.
Because Freen had already opened the box.
And everything around them seemed to quiet.
Inside, nestled on soft velvet, lay a delicate silver necklace. A small, diamond-encrusted infinity pendant shimmered gently in the candlelight, etched with the word forevermore—a single word that held lifetimes of love, loss, and longing.
Becky blinked rapidly.
Her throat tightened as tears welled up, unbidden.
Freen stepped behind her gently, her voice softer than ever—laced with warmth, with hope, with all the quiet love she had never stopped carrying. “May I?”
Becky gave a small nod, unable to speak, her heart pounding like it was waking up after weeks of silence.
And as Freen clasped the necklace around her neck, Becky closed her eyes.
Letting it in.
Letting her in.
When Becky turned back, Freen cupped her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks before pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.
“This,” Freen whispered, running her thumb over the pendant resting against Becky’s collarbone, “is my promise.”
Becky exhaled shakily.
“That I am yours.” Freen’s voice wavered, her eyes glistening. “And that no matter what, we’ll work on it and we will get through everything together.”
Becky’s fingers curled around the pendant, gripping it like it was the only thing keeping her steady. And maybe, in a way, it was.
Her throat tightened, her emotions threatening to spill over, but instead of speaking, she surged forward, capturing Freen’s lips in a deep, soul-searing kiss.
Freen stumbled back slightly, caught off guard, but quickly melted into it, wrapping her arms around Becky’s waist, pulling her in until there was no space left between them.
The kiss was slow and deliberate, each press of their lips carrying every unspoken word, every lingering fear, every unshaken promise.
When they finally pulled away, Becky rested her forehead against Freen’s, breathless, eyes shining.
Then, a slow smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.
“So… what do you think I am? A diamond digger?” she teased, tilting her chin up. “Are you my sugar mommy now?”
Freen let out a loud laugh, shaking her head. “Oh my god, Becky.”
“I mean,” Becky continued, pretending to inspect the necklace dramatically, “first the candlelit dinner, then the jewelry—next thing I know, you’re buying me a penthouse in Bangkok.”
Freen rolled her eyes. “You wish.”
Becky giggled but then softened, her fingers playing with the pendant again. Her gaze turned serious, full of quiet certainty.
“Babe,” she murmured, voice thick with emotion. “I’m yours or nobody’s. And to keep that promise, I don’t need any jewelry.”
Freen’s heart clenched, her grip on Becky tightening instinctively.
But then, unable to resist, she smirked. “Oh? Then give it back. I’ll buy us a new car instead.”
Becky gasped, smacking her arm. “Shut up.”
Freen laughed, catching Becky’s hands before she could smack her again. And just like that, they were tangled together once more, laughter filling the air, the weight of the past few days lifting, melting into something softer.
Because in the end, it didn’t matter what storms had passed between them.
They had found their way back.
And that was the only promise that had ever mattered.
🎶 The idea you had of me, who was she?
A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel
Whose shine reflects on you
Not weepin' in a party bathroom
Some actress askin' me what happened: You
That's what happened: You….🎶