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-52- Graduation Day; I hope I can graduate from you as well

" graduation day; I hope I can graduate from you as well "

Third person's pov

" Freen? "

Freen looked up, her breath catching in her throat. It was Becky, looking radiant in a simple sundress, her hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves.

 

"Becky," Freen breathed, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

 

"Freen," Becky replied, a warm smile lighting up her face. "Long time no see."

 

"Yeah," Freen managed, her voice a mere whisper. "It has been."

 

An awkward silence settled between them, thick with unspoken emotions. The air crackled with the remnants of their shared past, a past that had ended abruptly, leaving a gaping wound in their hearts.

 

"So," Becky started, her voice hesitant, "How are you?"

 

Freen swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. "I'm... okay," she said, forcing a smile. "How about you?"

 

"I'm good," Becky replied, her eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "Actually, I'm really good."

 

"That's great," Freen said, trying to sound genuinely happy. "What have you been up to?"

 

"Well," Becky said, her voice taking on a playful tone, "Life after the annulment has been... interesting."

 

Freen's heart sank. The annulment, a painful reminder of their failed marriage, hung heavy in the air.

 

"Interesting?" Freen echoed, her voice barely a murmur.

" Yeah. Pretty good. I hope you too had— " 

" Becky! Love! " 

 

Just then, Becky's expression shifted, a soft smile gracing her lips as she looked towards the window.

 

"Oh, there's Bright," she said, her voice filled with warmth.

 

Freen looked just to see Bright fast-approaching them. She nodded, a strange pang of jealousy shooting through her. Bright, Becky's current boyfriend, was a constant reminder of the life she had lost.