How to be loved

46 - Anytime

How to be loved

46 – Anytime

Freen's POV

"Here are your flower Miss" The lady said after I paid. It's the flowers for my beautiful Becky, my girlfriend. I left early and left her in bed still sleeping soundly. Hopefully she's not yet awake when I get back to her condo. I want to surprise her coz it's officially one week since are together as girlfriends.

As I walk out of the mall, I clutch the bouquet in one hand, while in the other, a small, neatly wrapped gift rests securely. It's a cute little token to mark this special day—our first week as girlfriends. The thought of Becky's eyes lighting up when she sees it makes my heart race with excitement. The morning sun is starting to warm up the city, and I quicken my pace, eager to get back before she wakes up.

The streets are already bustling, but in my mind, it's just me, the flowers, and the gift for her. It's a small gesture, but one I hope will show Becky just how much she means to me.

I also made a quick stop for breakfast and of course her favourite milk tea.

I want to pamper her today, specially after what happened last night.

As I open the door to Becky's condo, the familiar scent of her space welcomes me, and my heart flutters with anticipation. I quietly slip off my shoes and head straight to the bedroom, eager to surprise her with the flowers and gift. But when I step into the room, I notice the bed is empty. The sheets are slightly rumpled, a sign she must've been up for a while.

Panic begins to bubble up in my chest as I scan the room. Maybe she's in the living room? I turn to leave and check, but that's when I hear it—soft, muffled sobbing. It's coming from the bathroom.

My heart drops.

I clutch the flowers a little tighter, my mind racing. What could've happened? Why is she crying?

I place the flowers and gift carefully on the bed, but my attention isn't on them anymore. The sound of Becky's sobbing tugs at my heart, and without a second thought, I head straight for the bathroom. I didn't knock. I don't care about anything else—flowers, surprises, all of it fades away. All I want is to be there for her.

I push the door open gently and step inside. Becky's sitting on the floor, all soaked, her knees pulled to her chest, tears streaming down her face. The sight of her like this makes my chest tighten.

"You're a mistake Becky... that's why." She keeps on repeating to herself, unaware of my presence.

Without hesitation, I kneel beside her, wrapping my arms around her trembling form. "I'm here," I whisper softly, brushing her hair away from her face.

When I held her tighter, it was like she was pulled from a nightmare—brought back to the present, back to me. Her trembling slowed, her breath uneven as she whispered, "F—Freen?"

Her voice was so fragile, like she couldn't believe I was really there. My heart twisted painfully in my chest.

"Yes, babe, it's me," I murmured softly, brushing her damp hair from her face.

She collapsed into me then, hugging me with a desperation I hadn't seen before, clinging as if she was afraid I'd disappear. "You came back for me," she choked out, her voice cracking with emotion. The words tore through me.

It hit me like a wave—I hadn't just left for the morning. In her mind, I had abandoned her.

She thought I was gone.

The realization hit hard—this girl, my Becky, thought I would leave her. She was shattered, her heart torn apart by the belief that I had walked away from her life. And now, holding her in my arms, I felt the depth of her fear. I saw how fragile she really was.