One More Time (FreenBecky)

Freen's POV:

It was around three in the afternoon when we finally rolled back into Bangkok. The city was alive again — the chaos, the horns, the rush of people who looked like they had somewhere to be. But inside the car, it was still quiet. Peaceful. The kind of quiet that comes when you don't want something to end.

Becky had fallen silent for the last few minutes of the drive. Her gaze was fixed out the window, watching the familiar streets go by. I wanted to ask what she was thinking, but I didn't. I was afraid the moment would break if I did.

When I turned into the street of her mansion, my chest grew heavy. I slowed down until we were right at her gate.

"This is it," I said, forcing a smile, even though my heart felt like it was being left behind.

Becky turned to me and smiled back — that soft, gentle kind of smile that reached her eyes. "Thanks, Freen... for everything."

I nodded. "No, thank you. For trusting me. For... letting me steal you for a while."

Her eyes softened. "I'm glad you did."

For a moment, neither of us said anything. I didn't want her to leave the car. I didn't want this weekend to end.

"So..." I cleared my throat. "I'll see you tomorrow? We have the project meeting, remember?"

Becky nodded, her fingers brushing her bag absentmindedly. "Yeah. Tomorrow."

She opened the car door and stepped out slowly. I thought that was it — that she'd just smile, wave, and walk away. But she stopped.

Her hand rested on the door frame, and she turned back to look at me. Her eyes — they looked different. Like they were saying more than her words ever could.

"Freen..." she said softly.

"Yes?" I managed to whisper.

She took a small breath. "If I will fall in love again... one more time... or maybe in another life..." She paused, her voice trembling just a little. "...maybe I will choose you."

My world stopped.

And before I could even breathe, she closed the door gently and walked toward the mansion gates.

I sat there — frozen, still gripping the steering wheel — watching her until she disappeared behind the tall walls. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

Did she really just say that?
Or was my mind playing tricks on me again?

The traffic light ahead blinked from red to green, but I couldn't move. I just stared at her empty seat — the faint scent of her perfume still lingering there.

Finally, I took a deep breath, blinked a few times, and started the engine again. My hands were shaking.

As I drove away, the city lights blurred outside the window, but all I could hear was her voice echoing in my head.

"Maybe I will choose you."

I smiled — small, trembling, helpless.

If only she knew...
I already chose her.
A long, long time ago.

It took me about twenty minutes to reach my house. The road felt endless, the air thick with everything I didn't want to think about. Becky's words — "Maybe I will choose you" — kept playing in my head like a broken record.