How She Came Home
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When Becca meets Freen, a soldier home on leave, her life is completely tipped upside down in an instant. As they start talking, Becca feels drawn to Freen; there's something about her warmth and openness that fills the gap left by Becca's troubled childhood.
Growing closer over the next few months, falling fast for each other, the two of them find themselves unable to stay away, but Freen's next deployment is inevitable, and with promises that she'll come home, Becca waits for her.
Disclaimer: Story is not mine, I only adapted it to FreenBecky Fanfic because I love this piece and I love FB. I want to see them portray the characters in this story.
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