White Butterfly || Eng Ver. Freenbecky GxG

Chapter 14

Between night and dawn, the moonlight illuminates the entire city. Looks like the lights deliberately illuminate every residential area. Freen was standing alone in Saint's room, again with the window wide open. Her long hair seemed to play with the night air, Freen just wanted to go home and see the ocean. The sight this time didn't calm her down in the least, but she just kept quiet, forcing her heart to be comforted.

The traces of memories that she went through today felt so heavy for her to carry, she had not prepared anything to face all of this. Saint did not warn her, she felt confused and had nowhere to speak. Saint will not listen to her. Freen hoped this was just a prank, or that it was a dream. Freen never predicted this would all happen.

Freen looked visibly tired, a little pale. She regretted meeting Saint's father, but finally she knew why Saint's death had been covered up all this time. It's almost a year since Saint left, but no one grieves, no one knows and the prayers are delayed.

"Saint, I don't agree with you." Freen looked out the window, she wasn't talking to the sky or the stars, no. She only spoke with memories. The Saint's face stuck so clearly in her mind, then Freen said again, now shaking her head slightly, "Your father is no good. He's selfish." Freen thought again, "He's evil." Searching for the right words again, "He sucks." Freen couldn't find the right words for the old man she met earlier this afternoon.

Freen took a deep breath, she really spoke to herself this time, Freen's eyes were not focused on the bright street lights, nor on the roofs of the houses that reflected the moonlight, Freen's eyes were refracted, she seemed to see the old man's face when he mentioned I am your father . Freen didn't like him, the way he spoke and that pitiful look on his face, he didn't like him. Freen tried so hard to get rid of the old man's face, Freen hated him.

Hate that won't turn into love. Hate that will only give birth to anger and revenge. Hate that can make Freen no longer respect . Freen tried to drown it all out with the cold wind, but it wasn't that easy. The feeling in Freen's heart right now seemed to be ever sharpening as she recalled all the previous talk. Freen didn't want this feeling to bother her. She felt like running away and never coming back from this city. For Freen all of this happened while she was in the city of Bangkok.

"What should I do?" Freen asked again, she was very tired now, "I want to go home."

Freen opened her phone, and called Nam this time. But, it seems Nam is already asleep, Freen's call is not picked up. She will call tomorrow morning.

After closing the window and exiting Saint's room, she suddenly saw Becca standing there, just walking up the stairs. Becca's face looks worried, all that can be read in her eyes.

"Freen." Becca called out to her, when she saw Freen herself looking relieved. Then she went to the couch and sat there, Becca took a deep breath, she said with a little trembling "I don't know why," she paused, then said again "I thought you were leaving or..." She couldn't explain what was going on. She was worried.

Freen chuckled, she didn't know why Becca was looking for her like that, "Bec, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." Freen was now sitting beside her, on the same sofa, there was a bit of distance between them.

Becca tried to calm herself down, she had just woken up in the middle of her sleep, and didn't see Freen beside her. Becca also didn't understand why she was overreacting like that, even now she was still feeling a surge of worry. What happened to me? Becca whispered to herself. Then she looked at Freen again "What are you doing? In the Saint's room?" Becca looked for her everywhere before, kitchen, bathroom and garden, she didn't expect Freen to be in Saint's room.

Freen didn't answer her, she just climbed onto her shoulder with an expression, I don't know. Freen didn't want to explain anything, she looked again at Becca's worried face, she thought what if I told her directly about Saint's departure now, would she believe it? Is she going to cry? Surely she will cry. Imagining Becca's face crying, she couldn't bear it. But, she must tell everything.

Freen plans to go home tomorrow, don't know when, morning, noon or night. Freen won't be here long, she just wants to go home, and see the sea. She wanted to meet Saint, she wanted to scold Saint for keeping all this a secret.

But, if she comes home tomorrow. How's Becca? She couldn't leave her alone here.

However, it seems,
Freen chose to go anyway.

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"Freen, your face is very pale." Becca wanted to reach Freen's face. But she stays away from Becca's hands.

Freen just smiled, then she said, "It's normal, Bec." She didn't want to tell the truth, she didn't want Becca to worry.

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"Thank you Freen, you will pick me up?" Becca asked cheerfully. She looked at Freen beside her.

Freen gripped the steering wheel tightly, she answered for a while, now she was busy looking at Becca with that smile, then she said "Sorry Bec, maybe I can't pick you up." Freen's heart felt heavy. There was a part of her that didn't want to leave Becca like this. But, she was just tired now.

Becca who didn't know anything, smiled and nodded slowly, she said, "Okay, see you later." Becca got out of the car, and walked towards her workplace.

Freen still saw Becca until finally the woman she said she wanted to protect disappeared from hir sight. Freen was still there, not knowing what she was waiting for. Freen touched her heart, this most important organ from last night hurt so badly, she managed to endure it. She forced herself to walk and smiled with a burning feeling, it hurt so much. She tried to look tough in front of Becca.

Incoming message, notification from Nam.

In about two hours you should be at airport, Freen

Freen chose to go home, wanting to meet Nam and Minee.

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No one thought that what Becca met in the house was not Freen. However, a single sheet of paper that Freen put on her study table. Becca read it, she was silent for a few moments. And finally, crying incessantly. Not one, but for all the reasons that exist, she can't stop the tears. First because of Saint's death news and secondly, Freen left her.

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Bec.. I'm sorry.

I want to tell you something important. Before, I'm sorry again, I'm just telling you now. I'm sorry I didn't say it from the start. Forgive me.

Saint..

He had died, almost a year ago, of brain cancer.

I'm just the recipient of the donor, who promised to take care of you.

But, I don't think I can take care of you like Saint wants. Because right now, I'm too tired.

Bec, if you read this letter. So that means I'm going home.

You can stay here, Saint will understand.

I don't know when I'll be back, Bec.

I also thank you, for me meeting you is very meaningful in my life. It's a nice meeting.

I'm sorry, I don't dare to say it directly, I can't accompany you to cry.

And this letter seems too awkward, I never write letters.

One more thing Bec, I want to reveal one secret Saint. He..

He really loves you.

That's it, I...

...goodbye

:)

-Freen