The hallway was quiet, dimly lit by the soft afternoon light filtering through the tall windows.
The wooden floor, freshly polished, gleamed slick under the reflection of the sun-almost too
slick.
Becky, in a rush to catch up with Freen, came skidding around the corner. Her foot gave way
beneath her, and in a sudden, graceless tumble, she crashed forward with a startled yelp.
Before Freen could react, Becky collided into her, sending both of them sprawling to the ground
in a tangle of limbs.
A sharp gasp escaped Freen's lips as Becky landed squarely on top of her,
knocking the breath from her chest.
For a moment, the world stood still.
They lay there, breathless and stunned, bodies pressed against each other, eyes wide with
shock-and something else.
Then it came.
A giggle-first from Becky, then from Freen. The tension cracked like a thin sheet of ice, and
laughter bubbled up uncontrollably. They clung to each other, shaking with mirth, the
ridiculousness of the moment far outweighing its awkwardness.
Tears pricked at the corners of
their eyes from laughing too hard.
But somewhere in that laughter, something shifted.
Becky's gaze softened. Her laugh slowly faded as her eyes lingered on Freen's lips, then drifted
up to her eyes, which were still sparkling from laughter.
The way Freen's hair fell across her
cheek, the way her chest rose and fell beneath her-Becky's heart thudded in her chest, suddenly
loud and insistent.
She leaned in.
The kiss was soft. Hesitant at first. A brush of warmth against Freen's lips, the briefest whisper
of longing made real.
"Bec," Freen snapped, her voice low and soothing. "Stop."
Becky paused, lips hovering, her breath hot and shaky. "Why?" she murmured, her voice barely
more than a tremble. "I... I have the right to kiss you."
The fury in Freen's eyes flared. She shoved Becky back with force, scrambling upright like she
couldn't get away fast enough.
"Don't ever say that to me again," she spat, eyes dark. "You don't have the right to anything-
not me, not my silence, not my forgiveness."
Becky blinked, stunned.
"I said stop," Freen repeated, every word laced with fury. "Do you even understand what that
means?"
Becky sat there, wounded and small, watching her with eyes that brimmed with heartbreak.
Her
voice cracked under the weight of it.
"When," she whispered, "Freen listen to me once?"
But Freen didn't look back. Her footsteps echoed harshly against the floor as she walked
away-cold, decisive, and utterly unreachable.
Becky sat in the silence that followed, the warmth of the kiss already fading, replaced by
something heavier-rejection, humiliation, and a love that had nowhere left to go.
That Night
The moonlight spilled in through Becky's bedroom window, casting silver shadows across the
walls.
She sat curled up on her bed, arms around her knees, her heart heavy with confusion and
quiet agony. The silence of the night was broken only by the sound of her soft, uneven breaths.
Her red-rimmed eyes glistened with tears, her cheeks streaked with salt.
The memory of Freen's
voice echoed in her mind-sharp, furious, cutting through her like glass.
"You don't have the right to anything-not me, not my silence, not my forgiveness."
Her voice faded, and all that remained was the soft sound of her weeping in the quiet room.
Elsewhere That Same Night
The parking lot was dim, lit only by flickering orange streetlights. A car stood parked at the far
end, and beside it, Freen stood trembling, her breaths ragged.
Her fist crashed against the car
door with a loud bang, the metal denting slightly under her force.
"I hate you, Beck!" she screamed into the night. "I hate you!"
Another punch. Then another.
Her hand throbbed violently, the skin at her wrist split open and bleeding.
But the pain in her
heart was far louder.
She slid down to the ground beside the car, gripping her swollen hand as the tears finally broke
through. Her cries were raw, almost animalistic, echoing off the concrete.
And then-
A memory.
A flash.
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