No More Blues [FreenBecky]

Chapter 13: Heart's Unrest

Becky's POV

I woke up early for school and completed my morning routine swiftly before heading downstairs and ate breakfast.

I was grabbing my bag when Dad suddenly offered a ride. "Becky, wait, let me drive you to your school" Dad said.

I knew he was trying to make up for lost time. However, it was still too early for me to fully embrace him again. Rebuilding trust on him takes time.

"No need Dad, our school is nearby and I can manage"  I declined, knowing our school was close and I prefer to walk with Freen, as I always did.

That reminded me that she was probably waiting for me outside.

I quickly open the door and went out the gate.

I scanned for Freen, but she wasn't there. It was unusual; she usually waited for me. Doubts crept in as I checked my watch, maybe I was just early, I decided to wait a few minutes. But with no sign of her, I headed to school alone, feeling unsettled.

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Upon entering the room, I found her lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the front. I sat in my seat, but she still didn't noticed me.

"Babe," I called softly, my voice tinged with worry.

She turned to look at me. I couldn't help but notice her face. It looked like she didn't sleep well. She smiled faintly.

"Becky," she said, her voice full of sadness and confusion, I was puzzled at her look as if she was expecting me to say something.

I was about to say something again when our teacher arrived and started the lesson.

Several subjects passed, but she remained quiet and aloof. I felt a knot tightening in my chest. It felt like there was tension between us, but I didn't know why.

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Lunch time came, yet her demeanor remained distant towards me. Despite my attempts to approach her, she responded only with nods or brief words.

I couldn't shake the feeling of tension between us. Freen's behavior weighed heavily on me, and I longed for the warmth of our usual connection.

I know that Heng, Billy, and Nam seemed to notice something was up. They just observed the two of us, their expressions full of silent questions.

After eating, while we were walking down the hallway back to our room, I grabbed Freen's arm. I seized the opportunity to confront her privately, eager to understand the reasons behind her behavior. I also couldn't stand her being like this towards me.

"Freen, can we talk?" I pleaded, my voice tinged with urgency. She nodded, but fear and nervousness was evident on her face as I led her to a secluded part of the hallway.

"Babe, is something wrong? You've been quiet all day," I asked with concern, trying to keep my voice steady despite the worry gnawing at me.

She looked at me but seemed distant. "Nothing... I'm sorry if I've been like this today," she said.

"Are you sure? You seem troubled," I insisted, genuinely worried because her eyes were evasive, filled with sadness and fear.

But she didn't directly answer me.

"What about you... are you okay? Did you... talk to your Dad?" she asked in return.

Her question brought back memories of my conversation with Dad last night, flooding my mind and overwhelming me.

"Yeah, he wants to be part of my life again... he will live with us again. He asked for forgiveness for leaving me for so many years," I replied, tears welling up and my voice cracking as the familiar pain resurfaced, sharper and more intense than ever.