Does love across a distance ever truly work? Especially when one is locked behind iron bars and the other is sent to her own prison thousands of miles away? Will Freen and Becky's teenage love survive the distance and the cruelty of people, or will it crumble under the pressure, leaving them both heartbroken and angry with everything and everyone-including each other? Coming home was a dream, but Freen is coming back to people and memories that stopped existing a long time ago. Becky has lived for years with her walls built high, never expecting Freen to walk back into her life. Note: This is the second part of the story The Closet. It is important to read the first book before starting this one. Fair Warning: This story is an emotional wreckage. It is not a happy, funny story. It is heavy, emotional shit that might leave you disappointed and craving something-anything-happy to happen. Be aware before reading: this will be painful.

Translated and edited: MidnightRnB Lingling Kwong x Orm Kornnaphat Genre: Modern, Angst Two hearts entwined, seven springs apart. A yearning love that finds its truest "Safe Zone."

What if the wedding happened, and Anin left Pin to go to England? What if the heartbreak that resulted from that decision sent Pin to an early grave? Only, the grave is not the end. She rises as a ghost, and haunts the Sawetawarit Palaces for the next 60 years, firmly believing in her own guilt and karmic punishment. A part of Pin, of course, longs for her princess to return one day. Even if she is convinced she would never deserve to see Anin again. - Crossposted from AO3 - I promise this has a happy ending, even if it's mega angst and Pin has major self-worth issues as a theme.

Two orphans formed a strong bond as they faced life's challenges together. However, fate took them in different directions, leaving one behind. When one of them finally returns, they feel hopeful, only to find that the other has gone without a trace, creating feelings of longing and heartache. A LingOrm fanfic by SJ.

Loving Her Is A Poison: I'm Fully Aware, But She Is The Poison I'm willing To Take. Freenbecky AU The Story is not Mine Credit to the original Author @Mee Nam Hope You Like It🥰

Freen Sarocha Chankimha and Rebecca Armstrong are soulmates-and married. Yet, there is no love between them. Forced into marriage by their families and the rigid rules of society, they have been living a lie, trapped in a web of duty and expectations. Rebecca has always been in love with her best friend Irin, who seemed to return her feelings-or so she believed. Freen, an omega wolf with a quiet strength and a touch of masculinity, has loved Rebecca from the very beginning, long before they even discovered they were fated mates. But Rebecca's constant rejection of both her and their bond is slowly destroying her. After four years of a hollow marriage, Freen's body and spirit are nearing their breaking point. With an omega who is fading fast, will Rebecca finally let go of the illusions she's been clinging to and open her heart? Or will Freen be forced to save herself by walking away from the pain of a love that was never returned? Perhaps this time, the Moon Goddess made a mistake. For how can fire and water ever blend, when one is destined to consume the other? ⚠️this story is not mine, I just adapted it to Beckfreen fanfic credit goes to original author @TaeTanGukks⚠️ ⚠️BECKY G!P⚠️

Freen's job had certain rules, show up early, stay invisible, and never get in Becky Armstrong's way. But one unexpected meeting, one unspoken glance, and suddenly the lines between personal and professional start to blur dangerously.

Freen lived a quiet life in a small house, caring for her old parents and younger sister. Intersex, poor, and busy surviving..love was a luxury she couldn't afford. Becky, daughter of one of Thailand's richest families, had never loved a girl before. Never needed to. Until she met Freen-kind, real, different. They shared secret nights. One mistake changed everything. Becky got pregnant. Her world collapsed. Ashamed and scared, she turned on Freen. "You ruined my life," she spat, tears falling. "I should've never met you." Freen didn't argue. Just stood there, silent, heart breaking. Becky left.

# Prologue **Two Years Ago** The music is too loud. I can't stop laughing. "Becky, slow down," Irin says. Someone stops me from reaching for another drink. Saint's twin. Freen. "I think you've had enough." "Where's Saint?" I slur. "Work emergency," she says quietly. The room spins. I stumble toward the exit. Three guys block my path, saying disgusting things. Freen steps in front of me. "She's with me. Back off." They don't listen until security comes. In her car, everything's fuzzy. Her gentle hands helping me to the door. Waiting while I fumble with keys. When I turn to thank her, she's so close. Gold flecks in her dark eyes. The kiss happens before I can think. Soft. Perfect. I pull away, mumbling apologies. She backs into the shadows. I stumble inside and pass out. **The Next Morning** Saint calls early. "Beck, I'm so sorry about last night. Are you okay?" "What do you mean?" "The guys bothering you. I'm so glad I could help you get away from them." I frown. "You were there?" "Of course. I couldn't let anything happen to you. I was so worried when I saw those guys cornering you. Thank God I got you home safely." My head hurts too much to think clearly. "Thank you." "You don't remember much, do you? You were pretty drunk. That's probably for the best. Just know that I'll always protect you, Beck." Warmth spreads through my chest. Saint saved me. Saint protected me. That's when I fall in love with him. **Present Day** I'm staring at my reflection in the wrinkled wedding dress. "Becky? The car is here." The car to take me to marry the wrong twin. Saint left me at the altar this morning. Gone. Now I have to marry Freen. The woman who barely speaks to me. Who avoids me. I don't understand why she dislikes me so much. In an hour, I'll marry someone who can't even look me in the eye. Someone who isn't Saint.

Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong, a famous young actress, and "Freen" Sarocha Chankimha, a fiercely ambitious architect, share a love that once burned brightly. But as their careers pull them in opposite directions, their marriage is tested by unspoken fears, insecurities, and the crushing weight of expectations. Freen battles the ache of feeling unworthy of Becky's love, while Becky longs for the connection and intimacy they've lost. With media scrutiny and personal doubts threatening to tear them apart, they face an agonizing question: Can their love survive the distance, or will their once-unbreakable bond shatter beyond repair? ---- This is my first original story, and of course it's a fanfiction. None of this is real-it all exists only in my imagination. ---- ((This story contains heavy angst, slow burn and mature content. Reader discretion is advised))