Invisible strings

10. Hidden Truths

Freen woke up with a bittersweet feeling. She could still feel the warmth of the girl's embrace and the softness of her skin. As she prepared for the day, she couldn't help but replay the events of the previous night in her mind. Who was this mysterious admirer, and why was she so elusive?

Nam noticed Freen's pensive mood. "Still thinking about her, huh?"

Freen nodded. "I don't understand why she won't reveal herself. I felt such a strong connection, but it's like she's afraid to show me who she really is."

Nam sat down across from Freen. "There could be many reasons, Freen. Maybe she's scared, or maybe she thinks it's not the right time yet. But you have to trust that she'll come forward when she's ready."

Freen sighed. "I just wish I knew what was holding her back."

Becky sat in her small studio apartment, surrounded by her micro craft projects. The encounter with Freen had left her reeling. She had wanted to stay, to talk, to reveal everything. But fear had taken over.

As an orphan, Becky had struggled to find her place in the world. She discovered her passion for visual arts and micro crafts, and through sheer determination, she made a modest living from her creations. But the thought of not being good enough for someone like Freen, who had grown in status and admiration, haunted her.

She picked up a tiny wooden violin she had carved, tracing the delicate strings with her fingers. Her mind was filled with doubts and insecurities. Would Freen still like her if she knew who she was? What if the magic of their connection was broken by reality?

She remembered the first time she heard Freen play the violin. The music was hauntingly beautiful, and Becky had been drawn to the source. When she saw Freen for the first time, her beauty took Becky's breath away. Freen looked like an angel, and Becky felt an instant connection. But as the concert ended, Becky realized Freen was blind. Instead of diminishing her feelings, this discovery deepened Becky's admiration and love for her.

But Becky's fears began to surface. She was a girl, and she had never imagined loving another girl. Her feelings for Freen defied everything she thought she knew about herself. As Freen's fame grew, Becky's insecurities worsened. She felt unworthy of Freen's love, convinced that someone of her humble status could never be the perfect match for someone as extraordinary as Freen.

Becky wrote another letter, pouring her heart out onto the page:

"My Dearest Saro,

I long to reveal myself to you, to hold you again without the fear of hiding. But I am scared – scared that the reality of who I am might change the way you see me. I am just an orphan who found solace in creating tiny worlds through my art. I worry that my status doesn't match yours, and that I am not the perfect match for you.

But please know that my love for you is true and deep. From the moment I first heard your music, I felt a connection that only grew stronger when I saw you. You are an angel to me, in every sense of the word.

Please be patient, my love. I promise that when the time is right, we will be together, openly and without secrets.

Yours always,
Your Devoted Admirer"

Nam read the letter to Freen, her voice soft and reassuring. Freen's heart ached with the words, understanding the deep vulnerability behind them.

"She's scared, Phi Nam. She thinks I might not like her if I knew who she was."

Nam hugged Freen tightly. "Then we'll show her that she has nothing to fear. When the time comes, we'll make sure she knows how much you care."

Freen nodded, feeling a renewed determination. "Yes, Phi Nam. I'll wait for her. I'll show her that my feelings won't change, no matter what."

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