Don't want to love you

Chapter 12

Price, Becky, and Freen sat at the round table in complete silence. Freen's mind replayed the memories of that day over and over again: the beach, the worried brother, the screams, the tears, the knife, the blood. Her stomach twisted and her face turned pale, as if she would vomit at any moment. The guy with the blond hair felt exactly the same. But the difference was that there was a brunette next to Freen, tightly clasping their hands. Price was alone with his thoughts, there was no one next to him who would take his hand and tell him that everything was fine. The guy still didn't allow himself to love, even though seven years had passed.

"Your coffee and milkshake." A young man, dressed in a white shirt, over which was a black vest and black trousers, appeared in front of them with a tray. He put a cup with a name in front of each of them and left.

"Becca," Price said, stirring his coffee. "Oh, I just saw what was written on your glass." He justified himself when the girl looked at him warily.

"Oh, right. Call me Becky. And you..." The girl glanced at the glass on which the guy's name was written. "Price. Nice to meet you." Becky smiled gently and got a smile in return.

"And you two..." Price nodded his head in the direction of their intertwined hands, which they instantly unclenched from the realization of how it looks.

"No, no. It's not..." Becky started to make excuses when Freen interrupted her.

"Price, do you remember the last time we saw each other, after the funeral?" Becky furrowed her brows, not understanding what exactly she was talking about. "I told you that I was on the beach and met a girl, after which Heng called me into the house." The blonde nodded, remembering her words, while Becky's eyes widened at the mention of a man's name. "It's her, that girl."

"Come on, seriously? And how come you're not dating? Or, is Freen a straight and dismissing you, Becky?" Becky grinned at the guy's words, and Freen glared at him.

"Um, actually.." Becky swallowed before blurting out what had happened to them. "Freen and her girlfriend were kidnapped, and me too. Freen was forced to choose who would live, and she chose me because that's what her girlfriend wanted. Her girlfriend had cancer in the fourth degree."

After these words, silence hung and the guy was able to squeeze out two words.

"I'm sorry." The most banal words a person can say in such a situation, but there was so much sincere sympathy in Price's eyes that these words were enough. He understood what it was like to see the murder of a loved one.

The blond man got up from his seat and walked over to Freen, wrapping her in his arms. They were like brother and sister, not bound by blood, but bound by memories and pain. And that hug was all they both needed.

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The brunette was sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and waiting for another girl who was running from side to side, each time bringing new snacks. Finally, when the whole table was completely occupied with plates, the girl left for the last time and returned with drinks and mugs. In one hand she had two bottles of low-alcohol beer, and in the other a liter bottle of сola.

"Bec, when are you going to sit down? I'm already dizzy from your running around and.. Beer?" Freen's gaze caught two bottles of alcohol and she looked at the girl questioningly.

"I thought a drink is what we need today." She shrugged uncertainly, but when Freen snatched two bottles from her hands, Becky grinned. "No, one bottle each. I want a drink too. And then, my parents are at home, we won't give them any problems." Freen's lips pouted like a child who didn't get a toy, but Becky ignored the puppy's look and took her bottle, sitting down next to the girl.

Freen covered Becky with a blanket and so that the blanket was enough for two, they snuggled tightly together. Becky's body was suddenly covered with heat from the proximity and she instantly opened her bottle, taking an indecently large sip.

"Hey, what about the movie?" Freen looked dumbfounded at the brunette, whose cheeks were already flushed, but she did not know that it was from their proximity. "Are you sure you can drink a bottle? You're already all red."

"Yes, I'm fine." Becky picked up the remote and started flipping through a selection of romantic movies. "It's just a little hot."  Freen looked at Becky in disbelief. "Let's watch 'Five Feet Apart'." Becky said to change the subject.

Freen just nodded and opened her bottle. When the movie started, Becky leaned on her friend's shoulder. She lay in this position until the end of the film and changed her position only to hug Freen, who was crying uncontrollably over the ending. Becky also couldn't hold back her tears, which one by one trickled down Freen's back.

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