When the Script Changes

Chapter 7: The Breaking Point 2.0

Becky exhaled sharply.

"I don't want to push her too hard," she admitted.

Lena tilted her head. "And what if she needs to be pushed?"

Becky swallowed.

Because maybe Lena was right.

Maybe Freen would never stop running unless Becky forced her to.

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That night, Becky didn't go home.

She went to Freen's.

She knocked once.

Then again.

No answer.

Becky exhaled, pressing her forehead against the door for a second before sighing.

"I know you're in there, Freen."

Silence.

Becky clenched her jaw.

"You can ignore me all you want," she said. "But I'm not leaving."

She waited.

One second.

Two.

And then—

The door opened.

Slowly.

Cautiously.

And there was Freen.

Looking exhausted.

Looking wrecked.

Looking like she had spent the entire day thinking about nothing but Becky.

And Becky?

She stepped inside without waiting for permission.

Freen closed the door, leaning against it.

She wasn't speaking.

So Becky did.

"Why did you run?" Becky asked.

Freen swallowed hard.

"I—"

She stopped.

Started again.

"I'm scared," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Becky stilled.

She hadn't expected Freen to say it so easily.

She had expected more fighting.

More walls.

But there were none now.

Just Freen, standing there, looking lost.

"Scared of what?" Becky asked, softer this time.

Freen exhaled shakily.

"Of losing you," she admitted.

Becky's chest ached.

"You're not losing me," she whispered.

Freen looked at her, eyes shining.

"But what if I mess this up?" she whispered back.

Becky stepped closer.

"You won't."

Freen let out a broken laugh. "How do you know?"

Becky smiled.

"Because I won't let you."

And then—

Freen moved.

She reached for Becky like she had been waiting to.

Like she was finally done running.

Like she knew—deep down—this was something she couldn't fight anymore.

Becky barely had time to react before she was being pulled into a hug so tight it stole her breath.

Freen buried her face in Becky's shoulder, her fingers gripping her like she was terrified to let go.

And Becky?

Becky melted.

Because this—

This wasn't just a hug.

This was Freen breaking.

This was Freen choosing her.

And Becky knew.

This time, she wouldn't run.

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They didn't speak for a while.

They just held each other.

And when Freen finally pulled back, her hands stayed on Becky's waist.

Becky searched her eyes.

And then, with the softest voice, she asked:

"Are you mine now?"

Freen inhaled sharply.

And then—

"Yeah," she whispered. "I'm yours."

Becky smiled.

And Freen?

Freen kissed her.

Finally.

And it was everything.