When the Script Changes

Freen had always been careful with love.

She had kept it at arm's length, admired it from a distance, feared what it could do to her if she let it in too deeply.

But now?

Now, Becky was in her arms, holding her like she belonged there, like she had always been meant to.

And Freen wasn't scared anymore.

Because she wasn't losing herself to this feeling.

She was finding herself in it.

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The sun was barely peeking through the curtains when Becky stirred awake.

For the first time in a long time, she felt warm. Safe.

And then she realized why.

Freen was still holding her.

Even in sleep, her arms were wrapped protectively around Becky's waist, her face buried in Becky's neck, breathing softly.

And God, Becky didn't want to move.

She just wanted to stay there, wrapped up in Freen's warmth, pretending the rest of the world didn't exist.

But then, as if sensing Becky was awake, Freen let out a sleepy sigh.

And—

Her arms tightened.

Becky's heart stuttered.

"You're awake," she whispered.

Freen hummed, still half-asleep. "Mhm."

Becky smiled.

"Are you planning on letting me go today?"

Freen buried her face deeper against Becky's shoulder, mumbling, "Nope."

Becky laughed, tilting her head slightly so she could look at Freen properly.

And when their eyes met—

She felt it.

The shift.

The realization.

Last night wasn't a dream.

Freen was still here.

Freen chose her.

And suddenly, the weight of it all hit Becky's chest so hard she almost couldn't breathe.

Freen must've noticed the change in her expression because her brow furrowed slightly.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

Becky swallowed, nodding. "Yeah, just... happy."

Freen's lips curled into a sleepy smile.

"Me too."

And God, Becky didn't think her heart could take this.

She had seen Freen in so many ways—cold, flirty, distant, teasing—but never like this.

Soft. Bare. Hers.

And before she could stop herself, she reached out, tracing Freen's jaw with her fingertips.

Freen's eyes fluttered shut at the touch.

"You're so beautiful," Becky whispered.

Freen inhaled sharply, eyes opening again—this time, filled with something deeper. Something unspoken.