When the Script Changes

Freen had spent so long running from love that she never realized how good it felt to stop.

To stand still.

To finally let herself have this.

Becky.

The one person who had chased after her, broken down every wall, and made her feel safe enough to choose love.

And now that she had finally stopped hiding, Freen wanted to show Becky—every single day—that she wasn't going anywhere.

That she was hers.

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The second they arrived on set together, people noticed.

It was impossible not to.

The stolen glances.

The way Freen's hand stayed on the small of Becky's back.

The way Becky's eyes lit up every time she looked at her.

And then there was the moment Freen outright kissed Becky's temple before walking to her next scene.

That's when the whispers really started.

But Freen didn't care.

For the first time, she wanted people to know.

And Becky?

She had never looked happier.

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It didn't take long before their friends caught on.

Their group chat was on fire.

Nam:
👀👀👀 Are y'all seeing what I'm seeing???

Heng:
If you're seeing Freen look at Becky like she hung the moon, then yes.

Fay:
About time.

May:
Took her long enough. 🤭

Freen groaned as she read the messages, hiding her phone against her chest.

Becky laughed. "You look like you just got caught committing a crime."

Freen sighed dramatically. "That's because I feel like I did."

Becky grinned, poking her side. "Is that how you feel about kissing me in public?"

Freen's ears turned pink.

"I didn't say that."

Becky leaned in, teasing. "Say it again, then."

Freen rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.

"I love kissing you in public."

Becky beamed. "See? That wasn't so hard."

Freen groaned, burying her face in Becky's shoulder. "You're impossible."

Becky just laughed, wrapping her arms around Freen's waist.

And in that moment, Freen realized—

She didn't mind this kind of teasing.

Not when it came from Becky.

Not when it was them.

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Later that night, they went back to Freen's place.

They were lying on the couch, tangled together, watching some random movie neither of them was paying attention to.

Becky was tracing small patterns on Freen's arm, her head resting against her chest.

And Freen?

She was just watching her.

Taking her in.

Memorizing her.

And before she could stop herself, she whispered—

"I love you."

Becky froze.

For a second, she didn't react at all.

And then, slowly, she lifted her head to look at Freen.

Freen swallowed, suddenly nervous.

"Too soon?" she asked hesitantly.

Becky blinked.

Then—

She smiled.

And Freen swore she had never seen something so beautiful in her life.

"Say it again," Becky whispered.

Freen exhaled softly.

"I love you."

Becky bit her lip, eyes shining.

Then—

She cupped Freen's face, pulled her in—

And kissed her.

Longer.

Softer.

Deeper.

And when she finally pulled away, she whispered back—

"I love you too."

And just like that, Freen knew.

She had stopped running.

And she had run straight into Becky's arms.

Where she had always belonged.