Freen's POV
I got discharged the next day but I panicked when I couldn't find the journal anywhere in my room.
"What's going on? What are you looking for?." Mom asked worriedly.
"The pink glittery journal mom, it's not here!." I said, still panicking.
"Oh that?. Don't you remember? You already burnt that years ago."
"I did what?!."
Sht sht sht sht, this can't be happening. I must be dreaming. Right, it's just a dream.
I tried slapping myself over and over again but nothing happened.
"Hey, stop that. You're hurting yourself." Mom said.
How the f am I supposed to go back to reality now?!
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened to you and Becky in the past but that's the point, it's all in the past. Maybe it's time for you to move on and at least consider finding someone else to love." She sincerely said.
"This is not what I wished for. The universe must've misunderstood."
"What?." She asked, confused.
"I-I need to see Becky mom. Where does she live now?."
"She's married Freen--"
"R-right. But don't worry, I don't have any plans to--"
"Just please respect." Mom said.
SILENCE
"Okay Mom."
"Thank you." She said and finally pulled me in for a hug.
But I can't be stuck in here forever. There has to be another way.
10 PM
While Mom is asleep, I stole her phone to get Becky's number and address.
NEXT DAY
I waited Mom to leave the house because she said she's temporarily in charge for managing my business while I'm still on a sick leave.
'cause yeah, this situation is literally making me sick like hell.
I booked a grab to take me into Becky's new home but the guards forbid me to enter, also telling me that Becky left early this morning so I ended up leaving.
I decided to go to the art gallery and saw the new paintings in their display.
So, it's been 5 years.
Some of the paintings that I used to like are no longer here. The latest ones in the exhibit has a recent date of release that states the year today.
Then one painting captured my attention that I stood there for a minute just to stare at it.
It wasn't much. It's just a painting of a girl swimming inside a book.
When all of a sudden a man stood next to me pointing a gun at my abdomen as he pretended to be associated with me.
"Walk peacefully with me if you still want to live." He threatened me and so I have no choice and go inside this black van but was flabbergasted when I saw Becky inside who seemed to be waiting for me.
They locked the door and the vehicle started moving.
"Becky--" I said happily. She looks a little mature now.
Who would've thought that she'll grow up into an elegant woman.
"Stay right there." She warned.
"W-why? W-what's going on? Where are we going?."
"After what you said in your interview, now you went into our residence. Why are you doing this? Why do you keep scandalizing our peaceful lives?!." She said.
"I-I honestly don't know but I just want to see you Beck--"
"I already told you, leave me alone!. What happened between us is over. I'm more than just a booty call Freen."
Wait, a booty whaaat?!
We went that far?! OMG!
"Look, Saint and I are doing fine now. Besides, it's been years Freen. And now that I finally decided to settle down with someone who genuinely loves me, you're suddenly back in the picture?. Tsk. Now tell me, what do you need?." She added.
"A pink glittery journal." I told her with a serious tone.
"A what?." She asked, scratching her head.
"I need another pink glittery journal from you."
Silly as it may sound, but what if what we thought was silly is actually the solution?. WHAT IF?.
"Are you freakin' kidding?." Becky said, a bit annoyed.
"No, I'm Freen." I sarcastically said.
And she just rolled her eyes.
"I know it sounds silly, but yes Becky. I need another journal from you, but it has to look the same as the one you gave back in highschool." I told her.
"In college." She corrected.
"Y-yeah right. Uhm anyways, can I have another one?. I swear, I'll leave you alone after that." I honestly told her.
"Well, about that. Uhmm I-I didn't actually bought that--" She said.
"You stole it?!."
"L-look, I found it. There's a difference." She said.
"Tsk you're unbelievable."
"What do you expect?. I was just a student, I was broke." She said.
"Yeah yeah whatever. Where did you find it anyway?." I asked.
"At the park bench. It was already there when I came. There was nothing written so I didn't know whom to return it to. So, I took it. I just thought maybe it was a gift from the universe since I was also worrying about what I should give you for your birthday that year with the last 20 cents in my bank account. In fact, I was really planning to give you a set of paper clips. You should be grateful you didn't get that. Wait, why am I explaining? Tsk. Why do you need that trash anyway?." She said.
"Because reality is at risk, my reality. I know it doesn't make sense now but my life depends on that freakin' journal." I sincerely said.
"Why don't you just find the one I gave you?."
"Unfortunately, a dumb*ss burnt it." I said, pissed.
"Who on earth would do that?."
"You're looking at her right now." I said, pissed about my future self's past self tsk.
"Why did you do that?." She asked, a bit upset.
"Good question." Is all I could say.
But then her phone suddenly rang.
Her husband is calling tsk.
