For The Last One Hundred Days || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 4: Love

"I don't like this character." Freen handed me a folder containing the script she didn't like.

We were in Freen's bedroom, and folders were scattered all over her bed. She was sitting near the headboard, while I sat in the opposite direction.

I looked at the character's personality, and I thought it suited her well—a bad-ass mafia heir who fell in love with a girl.

It was a girl's love series.

Without looking at her, I commented, "Why don't you like this? It suits you. You look like a bad girl, though."

I wanted to understand her reasons for not wanting to accept this kind of series. The director was well-known, and I assumed the script was fantastic too.

"There are a lot of stunts involved. I want to do my own stunts, but I'm not ready for that yet," she explained, shaking her head and acting as if she were afraid of such action scenes.

I chuckled at her reason.

"So, are you willing to star in a girl's love series?" I asked playfully.

"Why? Do you want me to accept that project?" she responded.

I was taken aback for a moment when I realized I couldn't bear the thought of seeing her kissing other girls. I didn't want her to touch any other girl's cheek except mine. I couldn't imagine her being affectionate with someone else—

"Stop!" I suddenly exclaimed, startling Freen.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something," I quickly said, shyly smiling.

Freen stood up and walked over to me, leaning her chin on my shoulder as she examined the folder in my hand. She furrowed her eyebrows while reading the papers.

"12 episodes in total, not bad. Please tell me what you think. Should I accept it?"

I couldn't look at her properly since we were so close. I averted my gaze and pretended not to hear.

"Are you avoiding my gaze now?" she chuckled, returning to her original position.

To lighten the tense atmosphere, I stood up and motioned that I would go to the kitchen to get some snacks.

"By the way, Becky, before you go, I want to let you know that this will be our last meet-up for this year. My agency informed me that we have a world tour coming up next month, and I need to prepare for it."

I nodded, smiled, and headed out of her bedroom.

This year. But this is my last year.

I reached into my bag to grab my phone and check the remaining days, but to my dismay, I had left it in Freen's bedroom.

Regardless, if this was to be my last day with her, I needed to express my feelings before it was too late.

After cutting some apples and oranges, I returned to Freen's bedroom, but she was nowhere to be found. I checked the bathroom, balcony, and walk-in closet, but she wasn't in any of those places.

"Yes, Love. I'll be there. Just make sure to treat me to sushi afterward, okay?" Freen giggled while talking on the phone.

How ironic. I thought Freen was single all this time.

"I don't know her, and I don't want to know her either," I said, searching for my phone that I had left behind. "I'll have some snacks and then go home."

I'll buy another phone. I really just wanted to leave now.

Freen grabbed my arm before I could twist the doorknob. Her furrowed brows and confused expression indicated she was trying to understand my sudden change in mood.

"I want to go home now."

"But why? We're not finished yet—"

"We're done, Freen! We're done," I said, sounding like a girlfriend trying to break up with her partner.

I pulled my arm away from her grasp and ran outside. I didn't know why I was hurting so much. Did I expect too much? I thought she didn't want to kiss other girls. I thought she was only comfortable with me. Then why did she have a girlfriend?

"Becky," Freen called out, grabbing my arm once again. "You left your phone." She handed it to me, licking her lips as if she were guilty of something.

"Thank you, but I hope after this, we won't see each other again."

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Freen was a distant star. It was impossible to reach her just because we were childhood friends. I don't know what made me think I could be her lover.

"Becca, are you sure you don't want to eat?" Mom knocked on the door multiple times, but I didn't respond. "Becky, you're making me worry."

I slid off my bed and opened the door to let her in. She had a tray of food in her hands.

"Eat this. You promised me that you'd take care of yourself." She handed me the tray and turned her back.

Well done, Becky. You just made your mother upset.

I placed the tray on the bedside table and took out my phone. I snapped a photo with a thumbs-up pose and sent it to my mother.

"I'm sorry, mom."

Last night, I heard her crying in the bathroom of my hospital room. She punched her chest while sobbing.

As a mother, it was hard for her to accept my decision. She kept blaming herself for not being good enough.

But I couldn't change my decision. No matter what happened.