Shadows of Revenge

The Final Vow

The warehouse was dim and cold, the shadows looming large as Freen burst through the door, her breath ragged with fear. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw Becky, unconscious, tied to a chair. Faye stood beside her, a knife pressed to Becky’s throat, her hand trembling but determined. Freen’s heart dropped.

“Stay away, Freen!” Faye’s voice cracked under the weight of her emotions. Her eyes, filled with fury and grief, bore into Freen’s. “If you come closer, I swear I’ll do it.”

Freen’s heart raced, panic rising as she tried to steady her trembling voice. “Faye, please, let her go. We don’t have to do this.” Her eyes darted to Becky, still motionless, and then back to Faye. “Please...”

Becky stirred, her eyelids fluttering as she woke to the nightmare unfolding before her. She felt the cold steel of the knife at her neck and looked up to see Freen. Her eyes, heavy with sleep, filled with sadness. “Freen,” she whispered, her voice weak, “you should move on once I’m gone.”

Those words tore through Freen’s heart like a dagger. Tears welled in her eyes, her body trembling as she took a step forward. “No,” she said, her voice breaking. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Faye’s grip on the knife tightened, her hand shaking more violently. “Stay back!” she shouted, her voice cracking. “You don’t understand, Freen! She—she was there that night! She could’ve saved Sarah!”

Freen’s eyes locked onto Faye’s, filled with desperation. She slowly dropped to her knees, her hands raised in surrender. “Faye, I’m sorry. I’ve been so wrong. I’ve always blamed you, always thought you were the villain, but I didn’t understand what you were going through. I didn’t see how much Sarah’s death destroyed you.”

Faye’s breath hitched, her eyes filling with tears. The knife wavered in her hand as Freen continued.

“I know you loved Sarah more than anything. But Becky… she didn’t know what was happening that night. She wasn’t responsible for what happened to Sarah. She’s not your enemy, Faye. She’s like your sister too. Please… don’t take her from me.”

Faye’s face twisted in anguish. The years of grief, the bitterness, the guilt—it all came crashing down on her. Her hand trembled as she loosened her grip on the knife, and it fell to the ground with a clatter. She stumbled back, her face pale as she pulled a gun from her jacket, pressing it to her own head.

Freen’s heart stopped. “Faye, no!”

Just as Faye’s finger hovered over the trigger, Yoko rushed into the room, grabbing Faye’s arm and pulling her back. “No, Faye!” Yoko’s voice was raw with emotion as she wrapped her arms around Faye, pulling her close. “You don’t need to do this. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Faye’s body crumpled, her sobs breaking through the silence as she collapsed into Yoko’s embrace. “I’m so sorry... I didn’t know how to stop the pain. I didn’t know how to live without Sarah,” Faye cried, her voice thick with regret.

Yoko held her tightly, whispering comforting words. “It’s okay, Faye. It’s okay. I’m here, and I love you.”

Across the room, Becky slowly stood up, her legs shaky but determined. She turned to Freen, tears in her eyes, and without a word, she threw her arms around her. It was the first time since their reunion that Becky had embraced her fully, and it felt like the weight of the world lifted off their shoulders.

“I love you, Freen,” Becky whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “I’ve always loved you. I can’t push you away anymore.”

Freen wrapped her arms around Becky, holding her as if she would never let go. “I love you too, Becky. More than anything. I’ll never hurt you again. I promise. Thank you for giving me another chance.”

Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, sealing the promise of a future they would build together, free from the shadows of the past.

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One Month Later...

The garden was alive with color, flowers in full bloom beneath the warm afternoon sun. Rows of chairs lined the aisle, all facing an arch covered in white roses. The scent of fresh petals filled the air, as guests eagerly waited for the ceremony to begin. Freen stood at the altar, her heart pounding with anticipation. Dressed in a simple yet elegant white gown, she looked around at the people gathered—friends, family, all the people who had supported them through their long journey.

Her eyes found Becky at the other end of the aisle, her face glowing with happiness. Becky, dressed in a gown that shimmered in the sunlight, walked slowly toward her, each step filled with grace and joy. Her gaze never left Freen, and in that moment, it felt like the world had stopped, and only the two of them existed.

As Becky reached the altar, Freen took her hand, their fingers intertwining. They faced each other, their hearts full of love, and the weight of everything they had overcome hung between them.

The officiant began, but neither Freen nor Becky could hear the words. They were lost in each other’s eyes, the promise of forever reflected in their gaze.

“Freen,” Becky whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with emotion, “I’ve waited so long for this. I can’t believe we made it.”

“We did,” Freen replied, her voice equally soft. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you’re happy.”

The officiant smiled, his voice rising slightly as he reached the vows. “Freen, do you take Becky to be your wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for all the days of your life?”

Freen’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she squeezed Becky’s hand. “I do,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll love you forever, Becky.”

The officiant turned to Becky, his tone gentle. “Becky, do you take Freen to be your wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for all the days of your life?”

Becky smiled through her tears. “I do. I’ve loved you through everything, Freen. I’ll never stop.”

The officiant nodded. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

With that, Freen and Becky leaned in, sharing a soft, loving kiss as the guests erupted into applause. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was the culmination of everything they had endured, a promise of a love that would never fade.

As they turned to face their friends and family, the officiant handed them a bouquet. Becky, laughing, tossed it into the air, the flowers sailing through the bright blue sky.

Everyone watched with excitement, and Nam, quick on her feet, jumped up and caught the bouquet with a grin, waving it triumphantly in the air as everyone cheered.

Freen and Becky stood at the altar, hand in hand, their smiles wide and their hearts full. The journey had been hard, filled with pain, forgiveness, and love, but now they stood together, ready to face the future side by side.

And as they looked out at their friends and family, they knew, without a doubt, that everything would be alright.

The End.

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