Dreamcatcher (FreenBecky)

Chapter 10: Thread of Hope

Seven years ago. New York...

It's late night outside, and the party has long since ended, thank God - safely, despite Becca's fears.

The girl lies on the bed, with her hands under her head, and looks at Freen lying next to her, who, by the way, is also looking at her. Their eyes reflect such warmth, tenderness and millions of questions that they want to ask, but they just remain silent, looking at each other. One night light is burning in the room, preventing it from being completely plunged into darkness.

Becca is glad Freen agreed to stay with her that night. The girl didn't want to send the brunette into a cold, empty van, full of loneliness. And besides, Becca believes that if Freen spends the night with her, then her decision to move will be inevitable.

They didn't discuss the move again when Freen just smiled modestly in response, but didn't say more, and Becca didn't press. It was a decision that had been thought through - asking Freen to move into the loft, Becca had thought about it enough and agreed that it was the best option for Freen as a roommate.

Becca bites her lip lightly and continues to run her eyes over Freen's calm face. She strokes the dark strands, fingers barely touching her cheek, and runs her hand through her hair again. Freen closes her eyes and smiles. She has never felt as good as she does now - so quiet, calm, comfortable. She hasn't felt like this in a long time, and she realizes that she wants this to last forever. This moment lasted forever.

"Will you think?" Becca's quiet, slightly hoarse voice rang out in the room.

Freen opens her eyes and looks at the brown-haired, who is studying her carefully. Becca moves a little closer to Freen and can almost feel her breath on her own skin.

"Yes" the brunette answers also quietly. "I'll think about it" the weak smile on the girl's face becomes wider.

Becca closes her eyes for a moment, accepting Freen's answer, and opens them again, looking into darkened hazel eyes again.

Freen cups Becca's hand on her cheek and brings it to her lips. She does not break eye contact with the brown-haired and, looking into her eyes, kisses her hand. Very gently, causing Becca to stop breathing for seconds, as if spellbound, watching Freen's actions.

The brown-haired moves a little closer, leaving unfortunate millimeters between their faces. She looks at Freen's parted lips, then at her hazel eyes, and then back at her lips.

The girl touches Freen's chin with her fingers and pulls her in for a kiss.

Freen literally exhales against Becca's lips and pulls away slightly, only to look into the green eyes opposite her. This kiss didn't promise to be big, just a necessity. It was short, but full of tenderness and overwhelming love. This is enough to fall asleep in each other's company, perhaps in each other's arms, without thinking about the future days. Now there is only this moment. They won't break it.

Not now.

Becca kisses Freen's forehead and then wraps her arms around her, pulling her close, and Freen gives in, burying herself in her arms and nuzzling her neck.

Perhaps this evening had the perfect ending.

The best ending...

Present time...

This loft seems alive again to Becca. He's like this because Freen is there, she gives all this warmth to Becca and this house.