Chasing Her || FreenBecky [Completed]

Epilogue pt. 2

I stood up after hearing what Irin said. I snatched Richie's keys and stormed out of the office. I couldn't believe everything they said unless I saw it with my own eyes.

Freen would never do that to me. She wouldn't leave me. She wouldn't leave just like that. She told me she would only do something to be worthy of me.

"Becky!" Richie tried to chase me to the parking lot, but I drove off. I wasn't familiar with the streets here anymore, but I would never forget the way to Freen's house.

I had to see her. I had to prove that Irin was just joking and everything was nonsense. This couldn't be true.

My hands were shaking as I steered the wheel. My eyes grew blurry with tears, but I remained calm to get there safely. I needed to see my beloved. I needed to see Freen right now.

When I reached my destination, nothing had changed. After all these years, everything looked the same. The paint, the trees, the fences—they were all still there. It was like stepping back in time.

"Freen!" I yelled outside her house. "Come out!"

The door opened, and I saw Mile. He furrowed his brows and motioned for me to follow him instead of shouting outside.

"I didn't know you were back already. How's the United States?" Mile tried to sound cheerful, but I knew he was nervous.

"Where's Freen? Why didn't she text me or call me? I know we talked about this, but now I'm here. She can call me already," I said, looking around.

"Becky," Mile said softly. "You're too late."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I'm not here to make a scene. I just want to see Freen."

"I'll grab my keys. I'll take you there." Mile grabbed his jacket and a notebook from the shelf. He motioned for me to follow him again, so I did.

He drove to the nearest cemetery, and I felt my heart shatter. No chance. No hope. Freen was indeed there.

"Freen, look. I'm with Becky now." Mile sounded excited, but I was only behind him, crying.

I saw her tomb. I saw what was written. It was her. And the worst part was she died a year after I left. I knew Freen wasn't clingy, but she liked messaging me about everything. No wonder she didn't message me at all. I thought she was busy. I thought everything was okay.

"What happened?" I asked.

"She was diagnosed with the same disease as our brother. Just like Mew, it was too late when we found out. Your brother helped us. He took care of all the bills and took Freen to the best doctors, but it was too late, Becky. She didn't make it," Mile explained. "Bright quit the national team before he got the chance to play. He wanted to tell you everything, but Freen stopped him. She knew you would come back soon and didn't want to bother you. She tried hard to fight because she wanted to be okay when you got back." He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"She shouldn't have stopped Bright," I cried. "She should have told me."

"It was so sudden, but I already saw it. When Mew was in the hospital, I could see the symptoms in her, but she didn't want to get checked because she said she was fine. Faye, on the other hand, tried to persuade her. She only succumbed after you left, but after a year, she surrendered. She couldn't take it anymore," Mile sighed. "Anyway, I didn't read this notebook. It was her journal, but she said she only wrote one page. It wasn't for me, so I didn't open it. I'll give you space. I'll wait in the car."

I opened the journal, and Mile was right. There was only one page with a letter. I slowly wiped my tears and tried to read what she wrote.

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I don't know what to feel. I lost my brother. I lost Becky. I lost myself. I lost everything. I tried to get up and do my best. I tried to fight through the hardships of life, but why? Why me? I'm trying to be the best version of myself now, so why me? When everything's okay, now I find out I will not live longer. It's all good now. I'm doing better, so why now?

I saw the test results, and unfortunately, I got the same disease as my brother. I thought I would never have that because I know my body too well. I am strong, so why? I've been asking myself why I have to endure this? I just want to be happy. I just want to be with Becky. Can't I? How can I wait for her then? How can I fulfill my promise? I can't see her crying. I can't stop her just because I have this disease. She has dreams. She needs to go. But why? Why is everything so late?

I want to be there when she comes back. I want to be there with her as she wins the games. I want to be with her so badly, so why?! Why can't I live? If only I could turn back time, I wouldn't let her be free from my grasp. I would keep her in my arms. I would do everything to make her stay. But now, how can I?

I know this is too much to ask, but can I live until she comes back? Can I live until I see her again? Can I?

And tell her, that until death I did my part.

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I hugged the notebook and cried again. Someone came and was shocked to see me on the ground, kneeling while crying at Freen's grave.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked Richie.

"Because I knew you would be back soon. You would choose her over your dreams!" Richie yelled at me.

"I can chase my dreams, but now, look. I can't chase her anymore. I should have stayed with her when she needed me the most. I should have stayed with her, Richie. Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, shaking my head as I looked at Freen's grave. "Why?"

"Bec. Let's go back. Mom and Dad will hate to see you like this!" He yelled and tried to grab my hand.

"No!" I pushed his hands away. "Do you know that Freen was the one who persuaded me to reconcile with all of you? She told me to forgive you and be okay with you. She told me to chase my dreams because that's what you wanted. But did you ask what I wanted?" I asked, tears streaming down my face. "Her! I wanted her! I could leave everything but her. Do you know how much this pains me? How can I chase her now? How can I get her back to life? TELL ME!" I hit Richie's chest, but he only pulled me closer and hugged me tight.

"We didn't know this would happen. I'm sorry, Bec. I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"I don't want to hear from any of you anymore. From now on, I'm no longer an Armstrong."

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Just like I said, this would be my last book for now. I'm still hurt how you guys can say bad words towards me after trying my best to give you a story. I won't say sorry anymore if I disappoint you with the ending. Life's like this, whether we like it or not people will go even though we didn't want to. So, to all of my readers who never say bad words towards me. Thank you so much for reading my stories. From For The Last One Hundred Days until Chasing Her. See you again, when I find an inspiration to write FreenBecky fanfic again. Thank you.

Also, refrain from sending dms to my twitter account. I won't entertain messages anymore.

- Your author, vivaciousgeek.