Becky's POV:
We reached back home and we went to sleep as were already tired.
I woke up before her the next day, Freen's gentle breathing beside me a soothing serenade. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting an ethereal glow on her face.
Her eyelids fluttered, her lashes dancing like delicate butterfly wings. Her lips, soft and inviting, curved into a gentle smile, even in slumber.
My heart swelled with love and adoration. Freen's beauty transcended physical boundaries; it radiated from within.
As I gazed at her, my thoughts wandered to the scars she bore, the pain she'd endured. Yet, in this moment, all I saw was strength, resilience, and a deep-seated beauty.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against her forehead. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open.
"Good morning," I whispered.
Freen's smile brightened the room. "Morning."
I handed her a small, intricately wrapped box. "I have a surprise for you."
Her brows furrowed. "What's this?"
"Open it," I encouraged.
As she unwrapped the gift, her eyes sparkled. Inside, she found a beautiful silver necklace with a delicate heart pendant.
"It's beautiful," Freen said, her voice filled with emotion.
My heart skipped a beat. "I made it myself. I wanted you to know that you're loved, that you deserve love."
Freen's gaze dropped, her throat constricting.
I took her hand, leading her to the kitchen. A delicious breakfast spread awaited her – her favorite dishes, carefully prepared.
"You did all this for me?" Freen asked, touched.
"I want you to know that you're worth it," I replied. "You're worthy of love, of happiness."
As we ate, I shared stories of Freen's kindness, her compassion, and her strength.
Freen listened, her heart swelling. No one had ever made her feel so seen.
After breakfast, I led her to the garden. A stunning bouquet of wildflowers bloomed before us.
"These remind me of you," I said. "Resilient, beautiful, and unique."
Freen's eyes misted. "You see me like that?"
I smiled. "I see the real you, Freen. And I love every part."
As the sun rose, I took Freen's hand, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I know you're scared," I said. "But I'm here. I'll stand by you, through every storm."
Freen's walls began to crumble.
"Forever?" she asked, her voice filled with hesitation.
"Forever," I promised.
Our lips met, sealing our love.
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One Year with you! (BECKYFREEN)
Fanfiction"One year with me... let me love you", Becky passed and continued, "If you do not feel anything after a year, I will move far away from you". Becky and Freen are polar opposites. Freen is sweet, lovely but at the same time do not open her heart to...
