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

LAST CHAPTER

The smell of bleach filled the room, and the metallic bed rails felt cold to the touch as I held onto them tightly beside Becky's bed.

Even in her sleep, Becky had a captivating beauty. If only she could see herself right now, she would understand why so many hearts were drawn to her.

I remembered our childhood days together. Whenever I ended up in the hospital due to my allergies, Becky wouldn't visit because she was afraid of the strong smells that might trigger her own discomfort. The sterile environment wasn't her sanctuary. But she always checked up on me through countless phone calls, and her enthusiasm came through loud and clear.

"Babe, it's time for your medication," I whispered softly, waking her up.

Becky's right eye opened first, followed by a slow nod. I helped her sit up and got the medicine she needed. As she took it, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of care for her.

"Darling, could you sit beside me?" she asked.

"Why?" I asked.

"I just want to lean against your shoulder."

Slowly, I approached her bed, and she greeted me with a tender smile as she nestled against my side. Our fingers entwined, and she compared their lengths with a playful chuckle.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, playfully curious, and she shook her head.

"I was just wondering if letting you take charge was a mistake," she teased.

When I heard those words, I gently squeezed her hands in response.

"Then, once you're out of here, I'll gladly let you take over," I promised.

"I wish I could, but I'm tired," she confessed.

"Do you want to rest?" I asked, my heart racing.

Hearing those words from Becky wasn't something I wanted to hear. A selfish part of me wanted her to keep fighting. I wasn't ready for this.

"I want to sleep like this," she weakly murmured. "Thank you, my love. Thank you for being with me until the end. Thank you for sharing these last hundred days with me."

Hot tears streamed down my face, but I couldn't find the strength to move or cry out. I covered my mouth with my other hand, allowing the tears to flow freely. I squeezed Becky's hand gently, but there was no response.

My breathing became ragged as I looked at Becky, her peaceful face in slumber. She had found peace. Although every part of me wanted to wake her up, I knew she would never open her eyes again. Once again, she had left me.

I held onto Becky tightly as my tears continued to fall. There was no happiness left. The only one who could bring joy to my soul now rested lifeless in my arms.

"Cut!" the director's voice shattered the silence, and I wiped away my tears, giving a smile to Becky.

"You've really gotten into the role, Freen. It's impressive," the director praised, and I just smiled, holding Becky's hand as the makeup artists touched up her appearance.

This was the last item on Becky's list—a heartfelt drama with me as her leading lady.

Months ago, confined to a hospital bed, she went through therapy sessions with dedication. Her doctors were amazed by her progress, considering how cancer had almost taken over her body. It was called a miracle that she kept fighting, and now, she looked like a vibrant, healthy 23-year-old.

"Get ready for the next scene," the director commanded, motioning me back to my place.

But before the director could say "action," Becky leaned in close, her warm breath against my ear as she whispered, "Thank you, Freen. I love you."

A surge of hope filled me, and I looked into Becky's eyes, seeing her love shining through despite the challenges we faced. In that moment, I silently promised to fight for her, to change the ending that life seemed to be forcing upon us.

With newfound determination, I held Becky's hand in mine, gently squeezing it as tears of joy mixed with the remnants of sorrow on my face. The crew and cast watched in awe as I spoke with unwavering conviction.

"Cut?" I asked, my voice filled with triumph and relief. "But this isn't the end. This is just the beginning of our happily ever after."

The director, taken aback at first, looked at our hands intertwined and the radiance that came from our connection. A smile appeared on his face, acknowledging the powerful magic that had unfolded before him.

"Keep rolling," he said, filled with enthusiasm. "Let's capture the birth of a love that overcomes all obstacles."

And so, our story continued beyond the scripted lines, as we discovered a renewed strength in each other's arms. Together, we rewrote the story of Becky's battle against cancer, infusing it with resilience, unwavering love, and the belief that miracles can happen.

In the years that followed, we faced challenges and setbacks, but we faced them together, supported by our loved ones. Becky's health improved, and her spirit radiated a zest for life that inspired everyone around her.

Our love story became a symbol of hope, a testament to the power of love and determination. And as we walked hand in hand toward a future filled with dreams and endless possibilities, the echoes of our triumph reverberated, reminding us that love can transform even the darkest of days into joyful moments.

As the cameras rolled, capturing our journey of love and resilience, I whispered to Becky, "Thank you, my love. Thank you for showing me what true strength means and for letting me be a part of your incredible story. Together, we'll create a happy ending that surpasses all expectations."

And with that, we stepped into the future, hand in hand, ready to embrace the extraordinary adventure that awaited us.