Echoes of Courage [SHORT FREENBECKY AU STORY] COMPLETED

Chapter 13: Uncertainty

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Both Freen and Becky sat on the balcony, the soft breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers. Becky had been quiet for most of the day, lost in thought, her eyes focused on the distant horizon. Freen watched her with a mixture of concern and affection, knowing that Becky was still navigating the complex emotions that came with her healing.

“You know,” Freen began, breaking the silence, “it’s okay to have bad days. You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

Becky turned to her, a small, tentative smile playing on her lips. “I’m trying, Freen. I really am. But some days… it just feels so hard to believe that things can be different.”

Freen reached out, gently taking Becky’s hand in hers. “I know it’s hard. But you’re not alone in this.”

Becky squeezed Freen’s hand, finding comfort in the warmth of her touch. The sincerity in Freen’s voice made Becky’s heart flutter. She looked into Freen’s eyes, seeing the depth of care and affection there. It was a look she hadn’t seen in a long time, a look she wasn’t sure she deserved. why? She asked to herself.

“You’ve been so patient with me,” Becky said, her voice wavering slightly. “I’m not sure I would have made it this far without you.”

Freen smiled, a gentle, reassuring smile that made Becky feel safe. “You’re stronger than you think, Becky. And you’re not alone anymore. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As the days turned into weeks, Becky and Freen’s bond deepened. They began to share more of their lives with each other, not just the painful memories, but also the small, everyday moments that brought them joy. They laughed together, cooked meals together, and even started a small garden on the balcony, nurturing the delicate plants just as they nurtured their growing relationship.

It was in these simple, quiet moments that Becky began to realize something she hadn’t thought possible: she was falling in love with Freen. It was a love that was different from anything she had known before—gentle, patient, and rooted in trust.

But she's not sure if what she feels is right.

Same goes to Freen.

One evening, the atmosphere in Freen’s apartment was quiet, almost too quiet, as they both sat on opposite ends of the couch. The TV was on, playing some random show neither of them was paying attention to. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, both of them lost in their thoughts, unsure of what to say or do next.

Becky glanced over at Freen, her heart aching with confusion. She had grown so close to Freen in such a short time, and the feelings that had begun to bloom inside her were both exhilarating and terrifying. She wasn’t sure if what she felt was real, or if it was just the lingering effects of her trauma—clinging to the person who had saved her.

After what felt like eternity, “What are you thinking about?” Freen’s voice broke the silence, soft and careful, as if she could sense Becky’s turmoil.

Becky hesitated, unsure of how to put her thoughts into words. “I… I don’t know,” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Everything just feels… complicated.”

“Do you want to go for a walk? It might be nice to get some fresh air.”

Becky paused, but then nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

They rose from the couch and headed outside, the cool evening breeze offering some relief from the tension that had built up between them. They walked side by side, close enough to feel each other’s presence but not touching, each lost in their own thoughts.

The streets were quiet, the world around them settling into the peaceful calm of twilight. Freen tried to focus on the simple rhythm of their footsteps, but her mind kept drifting back to Becky, to the feelings she was trying so hard to keep in check. She wanted to say something, anything, to bridge the gap that seemed to be growing between them. But every time she opened her mouth, the words died on her lips.

Becky was struggling with her own turmoil. She had never imagined that she could feel this way again, and it scared her. She had been hurt so deeply before, and the thought of opening herself up to that kind of pain again was almost unbearable. But there was something about Freen—something safe, something that made her want to try, even if she wasn’t sure how.

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to be continue.....

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