Say My Name

Prologue

There was a palpable silence eliding in between the four corners of the room as the soft murmur of words get out of freens lips. Becky who was standing on the doorway looked bewildered, her mouth agape, eyes were carrying an intensity of disbelief as her feet meet the threshold.

"What did you say?" She asked. Her heart pounding in her chest as she look horrifyingly at Freen.

"I love you." She repeated. And for once, Becky's heart pounded. It's as if a loop of string has been pulled out of her heart as she watched how those words roll out of Freen's tongue.

"Y-you can speak?" She uttered. Her voice fading into thin air trying to process what has happened. "I-i thought —"

"I love you Becky. I do! I really do!" She whispered again hoping that Becky would dismiss the issue of her incapability to talk for once and listen to what she really is saying.

Becky fidget with her fingers before running it on her hair and sigh with exasperation. This is not happening. She thought.

"Becky... Say something." Freen almost beg, the glimmer of hope in her heart growing thin with each passing second of Becky's silence.

"You can't love me Freen. " She replied.

"What? A-are you kidding me? Aren't you the one so eager enough to push my buttons and made me feel this?" She asked. Her voice cracked a little as she watch Becky on the other side of the door.

"You can't Freen. Please. Don't fall for me. Stop it." She pleaded.

"Why Becky?" She asked. But silence was the only clear response she received. " Becky Armstrong i'm asking you! Why are you so confusing! You want me then the next second you don't! What are you planning to do!" Freen retorted. Her voice slightly raise upon the anticipation of receiving a response. A clarification.

"Why! Why can't I love you? Why! I thought you said you love me too, I—"

"I love you Freen! I do! I really do! But i'm scared of how badly I love you when in the first place my feelings for you started from a game? How can you love me when I am lying to you? "

"What?What do you mean?" She asked.

"It was just a game Freen. A game my friends insinuated." Becky replied. It might be painful to admit, but she has to say the share of the truth.

" So... All of those intimate gestures, the hang outs, the flowers, all of those things are just pure bullshit? Are you kidding me?" Freen yelled. "Fuck it Becky! You made me feel all those things because you and your stupid fucking friends bet on me! Huh!"

"Freen... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But my feelings for you were real. None of it was a lie. Maybe at first it was but I love you. So much Freen. So much. And I am scared to lose you so I didn't have the courage to tell you sooner and my conscience is haunting me. I can't lose you."

Freen gritted her teeth. Her eyes screamed fire and hatred. Yet, despite her outrage, she held herself full control. "The audacity to tell me you're afraid of me walking away but you never look at why I would. And as much as it fears you, I would make myself a way out of your life myself Becky. " She warned.

"Freen..."

"Get out!"

"Freen please. Please let's talk about this." She pleaded.

"Get out Becca! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out before I fucking lose control and hurt you! Go away! Go away! Please! I don't wanna hurt you." She weep, her tears streamed down her face and her strangled cry crashed her heart into tiny bits.

Becky close the door out of Freen's apartment.  Her sobs were choke as she covered her mouth leaning her back on the door listening to Freen's cry on the other side of the wall. She don't wanna hurt Freen, she's afraid she would hurt her, but by betting on the game she already hurt her herself.

Becky clamped her hands on her chest trying to ease up the hurt, but despite her best efforts to stop it, she failed to do so.

The only way to get someone is to tell them you love them. To tell them that they mean so much to you.  But what if love isn't enough?

What else would you tell them if the love that you knew breaks them apart?

You can close your eyes to things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to things you don’t want to feel.

As Freen navigated through her night, her heart heavy with the sudden twist of the story. And in the end, she come into terms with the harsh reality that some things aren't meant to be, and some people aren't meant to be forever.

It may hurt to let go, but sometimes it hurts more to hold on.

:New Story soon. I'll be drafting chapters first before posting. Stay tuned.