Unspoken Truth

Ending or Beginning?

We all long for a happy ending—a rainbow after the rain, a light in the darkness, a hug when we feel alone. But not everyone appreciates the journey that makes that happiness truly worth it.

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The shriek of a tire disturbed the silence of the night. Becky hurriedly opened the car door and locked it. With keys in hand, her trembling fingers struggled to insert them and unlock the house door. She was incredibly grateful when Martha opened it for her.

"She's here. Yes, copy, Officer. Thank you!" Martha ended the call. "Good evening, Becky! Are you okay? You look like you just ran a marathon."

"I'm okay, Martha! Thank you for being here. Um, is Freen here?" Becky asked reluctantly.

"Of course! Where else would she be?" Confusion etched Martha's face while Becky relaxed, the anxiety draining from her mind and body.

"It's nothing. I hope this doesn't sound rude, but can you leave us for the night, please? I mean, Mike was already apprehended and I..."

"I understand, Ms. Rebecca. Officer Charlotte already instructed us. I'll leave now, though there will still be a patrol car outside for your security. We'll finalize everything tomorrow when you come down to the precinct office. Goodnight, ma'am."

"Thank you, Officer Martha, not just for being here, but for keeping Freen safe! I really appreciate it! She means the world to me!"

"It's my job. Freen is also a wonderful lady; she makes it easy for me. Anyone would be lucky to have her. You know what I mean, right?"

"Yes. I do. Again, thank you."

Martha simply nodded and walked out. Becky began to look for Freen. She wasn't in "their" room—yes, Becky called it their room, not just hers; what was hers was also Freen's. She then checked the guest room, the patio, the kitchen, but Freen wasn't there. Only one room was left: the office, which they'd converted into Freen's art studio. Becky silently and carefully opened the door. Relief washed over her when she saw Freen's back, clearly focused on her artwork. Freen loved to paint. Anyone would be in awe of how talented Freen was. Becky was so proud of her, and she felt lucky that Freen chose her, hopeful that she still would.

"Freen, babe? Can we talk?" Becky was so nervous she felt like throwing up. "What happened at the restaurant isn't what you think it is." Becky cringed saying those words. Those lines were always attributed to cheaters, and she definitely wasn't one of them. "You see, that was part of the operation. We knew Mike would be there. We had to make him believe there was something going on between me and Charlotte. None of what you heard is true! Believe me, babe, please!" Becky cautiously walked towards Freen, but she was halted by the words that came from Freen's mouth.

"I need a break."

That broke Becky's heart into pieces. She felt helpless and fell to her knees. "Freen, babe, please turn around and look at me. Please give me a chance to prove to you that you're the only one for me. You're my person, my world, my life revolves around you. I'll do anything, just tell me what to do." Becky cried her heart out. She could barely see Freen turn around because of the continuous tears in her eyes.

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Freen was speechless and confused. She removed her earpiece, which was blasting music, and hurriedly walked to Becky. "Becky, Becky, BB, are you okay? Are you hurt? Why are you crying?" Freen kept checking for bruises or wounds on Becky's face and body.

"You, y-yo-you said," Becky couldn't even speak because of crying.

"Calm down, BB, please? What is going on?" Freen hugged Becky, caressing her back and trying to stabilize Becky's crying. "Stay here. I'll get some water for you." As she tried to stand up, Becky gently pulled her back.

"Please don't go, babe. Don't leave me!"

"What are you talking about? Why would I leave you?" Freen was so confused.

"You said you need a break." Becky pouted.

"Of course, I need a break. I've been sitting here for hours now. I want to finish my painting, but my back is hurting, so I decided to take a break. So imagine my shock finding you kneeling and crying like a lost baby."

"So it means you will stay with me for the rest of our lives, 'til death do us part?" Becky questioned.

"Is that your way of proposing, Rebecca Patricia Armstrong?" Freen raised her eyebrows but couldn't hide the smile on her face.

Becky pushed herself up along with Freen. She dusted her pants and Freen's knees. Then she fumbled for something in her pocket and dropped to one knee. "From the first day that I saw you, I knew you would be a part of my life, but I never imagined then that you would be my life. You always say you love my smile, but what you don't know is that you are the reason for my smile. I love you so much! You make me the happiest person. I did plan to propose to you in a grand way, but after everything that happened, I don't think I can wait another day, week, month to make you truly mine. I have so many things that I want to tell you, but my knees are really hurting, babe, so will you please have mercy on me and be my wife?" That made Freen laugh through tears.

"You're really a dork without even trying, and I'm so happy that you are mine. Yes, I will marry you, BB! I'll make you the happiest wife, I promise! I'm so in love with you!"

Their lips met. A simple yet meaningful kiss. A sealed kiss full of promises and hopes for a better and loving future together.