Secretly Yours || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 38

Freen's dorm room was filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by the sounds of her, hastily packing her belongings into a suitcase. Her father, Felix, went to the office, engaged in a heated conversation with the head of the department. Freen's eyes were downcast, avoiding any contact with the room that had become a sanctuary for her. She couldn't bear to face the truth - that she was leaving everything behind, including the one person who held her heart.

As Freen packed, a knot tightened in her stomach. She stole glances at a framed picture of her, Richie and Becky, a happier time frozen in the past. Her fingers trembled as she touched the glass, a silent plea for time to stand still.

Suddenly, a soft knock on the door interrupted the tense atmosphere. Freen tensed, recognizing the rhythm of the knock as Becky's. She pretended not to hear, hoping that Becky would take the hint and walk away. But the knocks persisted, each one echoing like a distant plea.

Reluctantly, Freen approached the door and opened it. There stood Becky, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and concern.

"Hey," she said, but Freen's gaze remained distant. The weight of the impending goodbye pressed on her chest, making it difficult to speak.

"What's going on?" Becky asked, her voice revealing a hint of worry. Freen hesitated, her emotions caught in a whirlwind of love and denial. She looked away, unable to meet Becky's gaze, as if the truth would betray itself through her eyes.

"I'm leaving," Freen finally admitted, her voice barely audible. "I need a fresh start."

Becky's eyes widened, disbelief etching across her face. "Leaving? But why?" she asked, desperation creeping into her tone.

Freen struggled to find the words, torn between the truth and the lie she needed to tell to protect herself from the vulnerability of her own feelings. "I just need to go," she replied vaguely, her heart aching with each word.

Becky's pleas grew more desperate. "Please, Freen, tell me what's going on. I can't lose you like this."

Tears welled up in Freen's eyes as she forced herself to look at Becky. "It doesn't matter," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Just go away. Forget about me."

But Becky refused to back down. She pleaded, promising to accept any terms just to keep Freen in her life. "I won't be jealous, I promise. You can date Richie, and I'll be okay with it. Just don't leave."

Freen's resolve wavered, and for a moment, she considered embracing the love she was desperately trying to bury. But with a forced toughness, she pushed Becky away. "It's over, Becky. Just go," she said, her voice cracking.

Becky's eyes welled up with tears as she clutched onto the door frame, refusing to let go. "Freen, please, you can't just leave without telling me the truth. I deserve to know," she pleaded, her voice desperate and shaky.

Freen bit her lip, her eyes avoiding Becky's gaze. "Becky, it's complicated. I just need to go. I need a fresh start, away from all of this," she said, her words weighed down by the heavy burden of her hidden emotions.

"But we were happy together, Freen. Is it because of what I said at the cinema? Is it because I looked into your belongings without your permission?" Becky's voice quivered, her heart breaking with each passing moment. "You can't just throw it all away."

Freen's hands trembled as she continued packing, the physical act a feeble attempt to distract herself from the emotional turmoil. "Becky, it's not that simple. I need to figure things out, and I can't do that if I stay here."

Becky took a step closer, reaching out to touch Freen's arm. "Figure things out? What does that even mean? You're leaving because of me, aren't you?"

Freen flinched at the touch, torn between the desire to confess and the fear of facing the consequences. "Becky, please, just let me go. This is for the best."

A bitter laugh escaped Becky's lips. "For the best? For who, Freen? Certainly not for me. And what about Richie? Are you leaving because you want to be with him? It's fine, Freen. You can date anyone you want. Just please, don't leave. I can fight for us, please." Her voice cracked, a mix of anger and heartbreak.

Freen's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she shook her head. "No, it's not about Richie. It's about me. About us." She paused, choking on the words. "I can't be what you want me to be, Becky."

Becky's face contorted with a mixture of frustration and sorrow. "Then tell me what you want! We can work through this together. I can't just stand here and watch you walk away."

Freen's shoulders slumped, the weight of her decision pressing down on her. "Becky, please understand. I need time to figure things out, and I can't do that with you in my life right now."

Becky's eyes pleaded for mercy. "So, what? You're just going to erase me from your life? Pretend we never happened?"

"I don't know," Freen whispered, her voice breaking. "Maybe it's better that way."

The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of Freen zipping up her suitcase. The truth hung in the air, a painful reminder of the love that was slipping away. Becky, defeated and heartbroken, finally let go of the door frame and turned to leave.

"Freen, I love you. If you ever change your mind, please don't forget that," Becky said, her voice barely above a whisper, before closing the door behind her. Freen, now alone, crumpled to the floor, the weight of her decisions crushing her soul.