Where Have You Gone

Chapter 5️⃣5️⃣

Freen dropped Becky at her home. She got down to walk Becky till the door, just before the door Freen couldn't resist herself, she pulled Becky close and landed a very soft kiss on Becky's lips.

There was a pair of eyes watching this with as much as pain on it.

The door shut behind Becky with a soft, echoing click. She leaned against it, breath held, trying to steady the storm within. Her clothes were damp from the rain, her lips still tingled from the kiss she and Freen had shared. It was soft and warm and everything she hadn't expected—everything she'd once promised herself she’d never feel again.

She peeled off her wet coat with trembling hands. The silence in her small flat rang loud, too loud, as if the walls knew something had shifted inside her. Anne’s soft breathing from the guest room was the only thing grounding her, the only proof that life hadn’t split into before and after.

Before Freen.
After Freen.

Her fingers moved to her lips, brushing against where Freen’s mouth had touched hers. It wasn’t just the kiss—it was the way Freen held her, like she was fragile but not broken. Like she wanted to be let in, not just to her body, but the parts Becky had kept buried.

And Becky had let her.

She sank into the couch, heart thudding, and reached instinctively for her phone. Her thumb hovered over Freen’s last message—“I’ll see you soon, Becky. Sleep well.”

So warm. So simple.

So full of everything she didn’t deserve.

Because tonight, for the first time in years, she had let herself forget.

Forget Sam’s voice. Sam’s laugh. The letters. The ache.

But love didn’t leave clean. It clawed and clung and echoed in the chambers of the heart.

And then she realised she was not the only person in the room, there is someone familiar. Becky tried to sense the presence of the other person.

There was clapping sound from the single sofa which was in the corner of the room.

“Well... Well .. well...” Becky's eyes widened.

Friend!! Are you here Becky was excited that Friend has come to see her

Stop acting Becky!! Friend sounded furious.

Friend was promoted and sent to another hospital in the other end of the city all of a sudden but as the package was good she couldn't deny it. She has applied leave to see Anne and of course her love, Becky.

All along I was wondering why I have been transferred. It was you, who is fucking the CEO of the hospital. What does she have that I don't?? Is it money? Is it wealth? What is it?? All these years I've been with you Becky as a friend, as a person who loved you expecting nothing from you othe than love. But you... You are after money. Aren't you ashamed of it??? Friend spat every word.

Becky couldn't answer it.

You were not waiting for Sam, you're just waiting for someone who show up with money!! Friend was sobbing hard, before Becky could talk she stormed out of the house.

And then the guilt hit like a tide.

She had kissed someone else.
She had wanted someone else.
She was falling for someone else.

A sob escaped her before she could swallow it down. She pressed her face into her hands and let herself feel the shame she’d tried to outrun for years. How could she let herself be swept up in Freen? In the way she laughed quietly, touched gently, saw her even when no one else did?

Freen wasn’t just a doctor. Not just Anne’s surgeon.

Freen was the CEO of the hospital.
Freen had been the one sending the letters all along.

It was too much.

Too powerful. Too connected. Too unreachable.

And Becky—blind, stubborn, grieving Becky—couldn’t bear the idea that she might have once again trusted someone who held all the power.

She took a decision

So she stopped replying.

She ignored the calls. Read the messages but never responded. Every unread text chipped away at her resolve, but she had to protect herself.

Because even if her heart ached, it was safer to break her own heart than hand it to someone else to destroy.

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For Freen it was suffering

The screen blinked.
Message Delivered. No reply.

Again.

Freen sat at her desk long after the hospital had quieted, a takeout coffee untouched beside her. Her suit jacket was draped over the back of the chair, sleeves rolled to her elbows, but the tension wouldn’t leave her shoulders.

It had been a week.

A full week since that night.

That kiss.

Becky had smiled. Had leaned into her. Had whispered her thanks like it meant something. And Freen had felt, for one impossible moment, that maybe—just maybe—they could have something real.

But then silence.

No texts. No calls. Nothing.

She had tried not to panic. Maybe Becky was just overwhelmed. Maybe Anne needed her. But after the third unanswered message, the knot in her chest had taken root.

She hadn’t misread it. She knew she hadn’t. The way Becky held her, the way her lips trembled against hers—it was real. It had to be real.

Faye knocked once, stepping in with a gentle sigh. “You still here?”

“Yeah,” Freen murmured. “I was just finishing up.”

Faye hesitated. “It’s about Becky, isn’t it?”

Freen’s gaze flicked up sharply.

“I saw the way you looked at her,” Faye said, soft but knowing. “And the way she looked back.”

Freen closed her eyes for a beat. “I thought we were starting something.”

“You haven’t told her everything, have you?”

Freen’s jaw clenched. “No. Not yet.”

Faye nodded. “Maybe she’s scared. You know how that might come off.”

“I wanted to tell her. I swear.” Her voice cracked, and she hated how small it made her feel. “But I didn’t want it to change things.”

“She’s not answering because something did change,” Faye said gently. “Maybe you should give her time.”

“I’ve given her seven days,” Freen whispered. “And I can’t stop thinking about her.”

There was a long silence.

Then Faye said quietly, “Then don’t stop. Don’t let this be another goodbye. If you really want her… fight.”

When Faye left, Freen stared at her phone again. Her thumb hovered over Becky’s name. She didn’t send another message.

Not yet.

But her mind was already racing.

She would wait for the hospital review. That’s when Becky and Anne would come in again.

And this time, she wouldn’t let Becky walk away.

Not without knowing how much she meant.

Not without knowing how deep it all went.

And maybe—just maybe—Freen would finally tell her the truth.

Even if it meant losing her for good.