Don't want to love you

Chapter 19

Day 10

The brunette looked at the pouting girl who was sitting on the sofa in the living room and with a concentrated face was sitting on the phone. Freen silently went upstairs, ignoring the younger one intentionally, because she already had plans for this momentous day. And this is one hundred percent to melt the heart of the offended Rebecca Patricia Armstrong.

Flashback

Becky was sitting at home, waiting for Freen to come back from the store. Initially, the girl also wanted to go, but the brunette insisted that she stay at home. An hour later, Freen still hasn't returned, although the walk to the store and back takes a maximum of thirty minutes. Becky started tapping her foot nervously, after which she couldn't stand it and ran out into the street. After walking some distance, she smiled when she saw a familiar silhouette, but then her joy came to an end when another girl stood next to the brunette. The pink-haired woman wanted to find any logical explanation for this, not wanting to create a scandal from scratch. But being not confident enough, she doubted. In the end, she decided to just come over and find out. When she got closer, but she was still not noticed, she heard a question from an unknown girl.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?"

Becky's heart was beating wildly at this moment, she wanted to know what Freen would say. But the brunette was silent. Tu-tu, tu-tu. With every second the silence became unbearable for the youngest, she could only hear the beating of her heart.

"No," that's it. Becky felt her heart break into thousands of small pieces that you can't put together and glue together. Moreover, if you try, you will cut yourself, because the shards are sharp.

Becky didn't hear anything and didn't notice anyone around, she just got out and walked briskly towards the two girls. Standing right in front of Freen, her hand reached out to the brunette's face and there was a loud slap that echoed down the street. The younger one looked viciously into the frightened eyes of another girl and went home without looking back. She heard a brunette walking behind her and shouting her name, but Becky didn't want to hear anything. Not now.

After entering the house, she ran upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom. She heard the slam of the door, which meant that Freen was already here. But Becky didn't want that. Hot tears poured from her eyes, burning her cheeks. It became difficult for her to breathe and she was almost suffocating, gasping for air. The brunette knocked on the door, shouted, asked to open it, but the younger one shook her head, although she knew that the other girl would not see it. It was more for Becky herself, as if she was saying it to herself.

"Bec, please open the damn door, listen to me." She spoke in a pleading voice. "Please don't hurt yourself." The younger one grinned, ironically, because Freen is the one who hurt her. "Okay, you don't have to open the door, but I'll tell you anyway." Silence. "This girl, my ex. I didn't know she was here either. We met by chance when I was returning home. If you think I've been talking to her for so long, then no. I was in another store because I have a surprise, but not now. And finally, I think you didn't hear my words to the end. So far, I can't say what it was. But the day after tomorrow you'll understand, I promise."

It was quiet. Then Becky came out of the bathroom with a swollen face, ignoring Freen. The pink-haired woman lay down on the bed and covered her head with a blanket. When she heard footsteps approaching, she warned.

"You're sleeping on the couch." She said it in a serious tone, making the brunette cringe, but still obediently leave.

End of flasback

This has been going on for more than a day. It's hard for the brunette to see Becky like this, but she is sure that her plan is worth it. She made sure that no one would be on the beach in the evening and called her driver to pick them up. Freen coldly told the younger one to change, without giving any clues as to where they were going. The brunette, making sure that Becky went into the room, quietly took out a hidden picture of a pink-haired woman, and lowered it down, ordering the driver to hide it in the luggage. When she returned, she saw that the youngest was already dressed in a thin white dress that shone through the sleeves. Freen, unable to resist her girlfriend, complimented her, to which she nodded her head with restraint, holding a grudge.

Meanwhile, the brunette decided to wear almost the same dress, it was only slightly different. Becky left the room and went downstairs, then Freen took the velvet box, hiding it behind her back. She went downstairs and offered the youngest one hand, while she put the other behind her back. Becky reluctantly accepted the proffered hand. They went to a black car, near which stood a tall man with stubble. The girls greeted him, and the brunette, as always, opened the door for her beloved. In the car, Freen carefully put the box in the trunk, where the painting was also lying. After that, she rested her head on Becky's shoulder, knowing that the road would be long.

After about two and a half hours, they finally arrived. The driver first woke up the brunette, who then woke up the pink-haired one. The youngest, seeing the beach, instantly ran there, leaving Freen giggling from behind. While Becky was busy looking at the beach, the brunette took out her painting and a box. She went to the youngest, who was looking questioningly at the painting, then at the box. The brunette took a deep breath, carefully holding the painting and began to speak.

"Becky, you don't know how much I love you. It's simple.. I can't explain these feelings inside of me with words. I'm grateful that you came into my life, anyway. You saved me. Having lost someone, I have found you. Maybe it's wrong, but if I was given the chance to go back in time, I would still choose you. I promised I'd tell you why I told that girl I was free. You didn't hear the rest. I said I don't have a girlfriend, but I have a future wife. Since the first day of our vacation, I've been planning to propose to you before we leave. So.." The brunette got down on one knee, opening the box where there was a ring with a small diamond. "Will you marry me, Rebecca Patricia Armstrong?"

"No, you were wrong." The smile on the brunette's face turned into sadness. "This is Rebecca Patricia Chankimha." The youngest grinned and jumped into Freen's arms, imprinting a long kiss on her lips. "I love you, at first sight."They were just basking on the beach together, kissing and hugging each other.

THE END

im sorry i've been a little busy these days. i know this story isn't that good, but there's more to come. i will try my best. thank you for reading this story and patiently waiting for the chapter, hehe.