Shadows of Revenge

29. The Breaking Point

Freen stood there, her back to Becky, the silence between them so thick it felt like it was suffocating the air. Her shoulders were tense, and her hands trembled slightly. She had said all she needed to say, but still, something lingered, something painful that she couldn’t shake. Becky’s presence only made the ache worse.

"Just... go," Freen’s voice came out strained, barely above a whisper. She turned around slowly, her eyes wet but sharp. "Go away from me. From this life. If you want to arrest me for what I’ve done, then do it. I deserve it."

Her words hung in the air like a dagger. Freen’s eyes locked onto Becky’s, searching for something—relief, anger, anything that might have shown her that this was the right thing to do. But all she saw was Becky’s stunned, empty expression.

Freen’s voice broke as she continued, "I can't live with you... not after knowing that somehow, you were there that night. That... you were close enough to save Sarah, but you didn’t. I know it's not fair. I know it doesn’t make sense. But I can't look at you anymore without thinking about her. It’s eating me alive. I can't... I just can't."

Becky stood frozen, her heart in pieces. Everything was unraveling before her. Her mind screamed for her to say something, anything that might fix this mess, but the words wouldn’t come. Freen’s words cut deep, like a blade twisting in her chest.

Without another word, Becky turned and walked away. The sound of her footsteps echoed softly as she moved toward the door. She couldn’t bear to look back, to see the shattered woman standing behind her, the woman who had loved and lost so much.

As the door closed behind her, Becky felt her breath catch in her throat. She didn’t have the strength to arrest Freen. Not for the murders. Not for anything. The truth was, a part of her still loved her, no matter how twisted and broken their lives had become.

She couldn’t stay. Not here. Not in this town. Everything about this place, these people—it was suffocating her, drowning her in guilt, regret, and grief. So, she did the only thing she could do. She left.

Becky left the town far behind, her heart a heavy weight she could barely carry. She quit her job as a police officer, the one thing she had once held onto for hope, for redemption. But now, none of it mattered. She had become a cop to seek justice for Sarah, but that justice had already been delivered in the worst way possible. Nothing she did would change that.

Her resignation felt like the end of everything she had worked for, but at the same time, it felt like an escape. She needed to disappear, to forget, to find a place where she didn’t have to face the ghosts of her past.

The days blurred together as Becky wandered aimlessly, far from the town that had been her entire world. She didn’t know where she was going, and maybe it didn’t matter. She was running from herself, from the pain she couldn’t face.

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Meanwhile, back in the town, Freen’s world had crumbled around her once again. The silence in her apartment was deafening, an echo of the emptiness she now felt deep in her bones. Becky was gone. The one person who had managed to slip through the cracks of her broken heart was gone.

Freen had lost Sarah, and now, she had lost Becky too.

She lived each day like a ghost, wandering through the motions but feeling nothing. Her world had become a never-ending loop of grief and regret. Every night, she would stare at the ceiling, her mind replaying that last conversation over and over again. She could still hear Becky’s quiet footsteps leaving, the door closing behind her, the finality of it all crushing her chest.

There was no point in pretending anymore. Freen had once believed that after taking her revenge, she would find peace. But now, she realized that revenge had only hollowed her out. The justice she sought had come at the price of her soul, and now, all she was left with was a broken heart and a life filled with emptiness.

She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t eat. Everything felt wrong. The apartment, once filled with memories of Sarah, now felt like a tomb. Freen tried to busy herself with work, but nothing held meaning. Her life had become nothing more than breathing and surviving, but without purpose.

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As weeks passed, both Becky and Freen fell deeper into their own worlds of despair. Becky found herself in a small, isolated town far away from where it all began. She stayed in a rundown motel, barely speaking to anyone, her days blending into nights in a haze of regret and guilt. She couldn’t shake the image of Freen’s broken face from her mind, or the heavy realization that she had played a part, however unintentional, in Sarah’s death.

For Freen, each day was a fresh wound. She would visit the old building where she and Sarah had lived, sitting on the cold floor for hours, staring at the same walls they had once shared together. Every memory of Sarah, every laugh, every smile—it all haunted her now.

The realization that the figure in the video, the one she had been chasing for years, had been Becky was the final nail in the coffin of her hope. Becky had been there, so close to Sarah, but she hadn’t done anything to stop what had happened. It wasn’t Becky’s fault, not entirely. But Freen couldn’t forgive her. She couldn’t forgive herself.

Their love, or whatever had blossomed between them, was now tainted by too much pain, too much history. Freen was living, but barely. She had lost everything—her love, her hope, her reason to keep going.

As both women drifted further apart, the ghosts of their pasts lingered, reminding them that no matter how far they ran, they could never escape the scars left behind by the ones they had loved and lost.

And as Freen sat alone in the empty apartment, she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible, "I should’ve never let her go." But it was too late. Too late for apologies, too late for redemption.

The loop of pain would continue, and neither of them knew how to break free.

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