Use Me

Fleeting

Becca cannot help but stare. Freen is standing in front of her donned in an all black pant suit, looking pensive and at peace as she looks out into the darkness, grasping onto the railings of the balcony of their hotel room overlooking the ocean. The wind was blowing against her face, her hair being carried off behind her by the gentle breeze of the sea. A small smile graces Becca's face. It's been a while since she last saw Freen.

   
Becca looks at her watch, 9:00 pm. "It's starting," Becca says softly, almost a whisper. Freen hears her and turns to her curiously.

   
"What's starting?," Freen asks, brows furrowing from confusion.

   
Becca gets up from her seat and stands next to Freen urging the older girl to look out onto the sea.

   
Then before Freen's eyes, fireworks fly off a wooden barge in the middle of the ocean, something she just noticed when the brightness of the fireworks illuminated what was utter darkness a few moments ago. Freen starts to hear music going along with the fireworks show. It was probably the biggest fireworks display Freen has witnessed so far and it has just began.

   
Freen turns to Becca with a delighted smile on her face and asks "What is this?,".

"It's a Fireworks Festival," Becca replies simply.

"So that's why you brought me here," Freen says, turning back to the magnificent display of fireworks before her.

"Yep,".

"I thought you just wanted to try to bed me," Freen teases, bumping her shoulder with Becca.

"Ha! You wish!," Becca smartly retorts.

Becca would never, she thinks. Freen was her best friend, her sister as she often said in the past, and married. But they did use to tease each other flirtatiously this way years back, especially after Becca confessed to Freen that she had more than platonic feelings for the older woman- a confession that Freen never seemed to take seriously.

  
Both of them turn their gaze back to the fireworks show before them, falling into comfortable silence. Becca would hear Freen gasp and chuckle at the sight before her, obviously fascinated by the show.

It really was magnificent and awe-inspiring how bright colors of yellow, blue, red, white, green, and everything in between shoot up into the sky, then explodes into a rain of light. There were too many things happening at once, the brights were a stark contrast to the deep dark of the starless sky while music was booming in perfect cadence with the explosion of the fireworks. The patterns and the shapes of the lights, both discernible and abstract at the same time, dance with gracious movement before the eyes of the two onlookers. The entire thing was both tumultuous and wondrous, much like the complicated relationship between the two women currently engrossed in the display.

   
Freen inches closer to Becca and leans her head on Becca's shoulder.

   
"Thank you for this, it has been too long since someone has done something nice for me," Freen whispers to the other girl.

   
"I better get your husband on the phone and teach him how to treat you better," Becca replies jokingly.

   
"Be my guest," Freen replies with a scoff, sadness evident in her voice. She was probably joking, or probably wanting to tell Becca so much by it.

   
It had been 5 years since they last saw each other, Becca was 22 then and Freen was 26. They have always had this invisible pull between them that has been powerful and compelling ever since their friendship began. And even at present, it was still very much evident, very much unstoppable. Almost by instinct, Becca wraps her arm around Freen's waist and Freen just presses her body closer to Becca.