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-48- Day 14

[Day 14]

Third person's pov 

Becky went home after a long day of finalsThe final exams had been brutal, draining her both physically and mentally.  She had just finished the last one, a grueling three-hour ordeal, and all she wanted was to collapse into bed and sleep for a week straight  She very tired and exhausted. She entered the house only to see rose petals across the floor leading to the bathroom. 

Becky sat up, blinking in surprise.  " what's happening? " She followed the petals and it lead her to a bathroom with candlelits. She was shocked and happy by seeing this, she can't wait to get herself inside that bathtub. 

" want to soak yourself there? " becky turned around and she saw Freen smiling widely to her. 

  "I wanted to surprise you," she said, her voice soft and tender.  "I know you've been working so hard, and I wanted to give you something to relax with."

Becky looked around, taking in the scene.  The bathroom, usually a space of utilitarian practicality, was now transformed into a haven of warmth and serenity.  The candles cast a soft, romantic glow on the white tiles, creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.  The bathtub, filled with steaming water, was adorned with a generous scattering of rose petals, their delicate fragrance filling the air.

"It's beautiful, Freen," Becky whispered, her voice barely audible.  "Thank you." after saying this she went to the inner room to remove her clothes and soak herself. 

Freen's eyes filled with a mixture of love and frustration with she had done today.  She had spent the entire day preparing this surprise, hoping to bring a smile to Becky's face, to make her forget, even for a moment, the stress and exhaustion of finals week.  But as she watched Becky's weary shoulders relax, as she saw the flicker of genuine happiness in her eyes, a wave of exhaustion washed over Freen.

She had been begging, pleading, trying to win Becky back for days,  But it felt like she was hitting a wall, her efforts met with indifference, with a gentle but firm rejection.  A sense of weariness settled over her, a weariness that went beyond the physical exhaustion of a long day.  It was the weariness of a heart that had been pouring out its love, its devotion, only to be met with silence.

"Becky," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.  "I hope I showed you enough of what you deserve. I just want you to be happy, and I want to be a part of that happiness."

She reached out and gently took Becky's hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through Becky.  "I know you're tired, Becky, and I know you need some time to think.  But I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what.  I'll always be here."

Becky looked into Freen's eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability beneath the surface of her strength.  She saw the love, the passion, the unwavering devotion that had been burning brightly in Freen's heart for so long.

"Freen," she said, her voice soft and hesitant.  "I don't know what to say."

Freen leaned in, her lips brushing against Becky's ear.  "Just relax," she whispered.  "Let me take care of you.  Let me give you something to remember."

And as the candles flickered and the scent of roses filled the air, Becky allowed herself to be enveloped in Freen's warmth, her love, her unwavering presence.  For a moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift, and all that mattered was the soft glow of the candles, the gentle touch of Freen's hand, and the unspoken promise of a love that refused to be extinguished.  

But amidst the warmth and the beauty, a sense of resignation settled over Freen.  She had given Becky something to remember, a moment of peace and happiness, but she knew that it might not be enough.  She was ALMOST tired of begging, of pleading.  

Can she rest?