I met her at a time when I didn't even recognize myself anymore. Everything felt heavy-my thoughts, my chest, even the silence in my own room. I was drowning in things I couldn't explain, smiling in front of people who never really saw me. Then she came. Not in a grand, magical way. Not like the stories where everything suddenly makes sense. She just... stayed. She listened when I couldn't speak. She understood the parts of me I tried so hard to hide. And for the first time in a long while, I felt like I wasn't alone. But people like her don't stay forever. Because just when I was starting to heal, she became the reason I broke all over again. And the worst part? I still don't know if she saved me... or destroyed me.

after my mom's death, me and my dad live together peacefully. but what if, one day. your dad came home an unfamiliar woman? little that I know, she has another intentions-not with my dad.....but, me. BECKFREEN!!! -Taglish!!

Freen × Becky "She couldn't smell the rain, the flowers, or even the sea... But she remembered this scent, always." A girl who cannot smell. A fragrance that never fades. A love that lingers in the air, waiting to be found. THE SCENT Some connections don't need words, only a trace of memory... and a single breath. #10 - freen (28 Jun)

It was supposed to be simple. A contract. A lie. A perfect solution. Becky needed control. Freen was chaos. Clause 27: No emotional involvement. But somewhere between pretending and reality, they forget one thing- Some rules aren't meant to be followed. An Original Story!!!

This story is purely fictional about freenbecky this story is about two lovers who are trying to save their bitter love

Freen and Nam, two ghost hunters, arrive at a mysterious villa, known for its eerie history and haunted past. As the spirits of the past stir, they must unravel the truth about the marks that haunt the villa. With humor, mystery, and danger lurking at every turn, will they uncover the truth before it's too late, or will they face something unexpected? Just turning my imagination into words ✨

One Shot Story

Sometimes, it's not the destination that matters, but the journey - the lessons we learn, the pain we endure, the growth we experience, and the memories that quietly shape who we become along the way. Beckfreen...💗🤌

We were a secret. Now she's a wife. Some loves don't end - they just learn how to hurt quietly.

Just an os