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A Heart To Be Heard (A Freenbeck story)
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Complete, First published Mar 21, 2023
Mature
A story of Freen Sarocha Chankimha 🐰
and Rebecca Patricia Armstrong 🍼💪(or sometimes Armweak too🧋).

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 "Baby I love you." I caressed her waist slowly, waited for her to take in what I just said. I want her feel my sincerity. That whatever I just said that's the truest words I would ever speak.

"So now, I want you to apply it." She smiled a little. Finally. 

"But it's your birthday gift." But she did as I said.

And I took her hand away from her lips pulling her slowly closer, whisper to her, "Trust me babe, I asked it for myself." 

And attached our lips again. This time kissing her passionately. All the pain or any doubts she has in her mind, I want all of them  to melt down. And show her, with our love, every bad situations will turn out to be good. 

I could feel the taste of her lip balm and our tears getting mixed. I wanted to show how much I love her through this kiss. I pressed my lips more.

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Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.