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Fading Spotlight
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Ongoing, First published Oct 27
Mature
4 new parts
Their contract with Idol Factory has concluded, but the world still expects them to be inseparable.
Freen wants freedom - to step away, to find herself - but every step she takes feels like a betrayal to Becky, the one girl she can't seem to let go of.
Becky doesn't understand the distance, the quiet retreat, the walls Freen is building between them. All she feels is the ache of losing someone she loves while they're still standing side by side.
Under the same lights, working on a new project together, their hearts are closer than ever - and yet, worlds apart.

Author's Note:This is a fictional story, and anything that happens here is imagined. Thanks for reading!
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The coffee was terrible, but Freen had bigger problems. Like the fact that she was about to meet the new prosecutor-some Harvard Law graduate who probably thought proper procedure was more important than actually catching criminals. She'd heard the rumors: uptight, by-the-book, the kind of lawyer who made cops rewrite reports for using "definitely" instead of "appeared to be." When Rebecca Armstrong walked up to her desk in her perfect charcoal suit and introduced herself with a handshake that screamed 'professional boundaries,' Freen knew the rumors were true. Beautiful, polished, and already frowning like Freen had disappointed her without even trying. Twenty minutes later, sitting across from each other in the conference room, they were practically glaring over case files. Rebecca wanted everything rewritten with "specific, observable details"-no conclusions, no interpretations, just facts. Freen wanted to solve crimes, not write dissertations. "You think proper procedure is useless if it lets criminals walk free," Rebecca had said, gathering her papers with sharp movements before leaving Freen alone with her terrible coffee and the distinct feeling that this was going to be the longest case of her career. She had no idea it would also change everything.