@ceeemef1: ~Know That I'll Find My Way~ The dressing room was unusually quiet. Not because there was nothing to say. But because there was too much. Outside, thousands of fans screamed for them. The finale event for The Air had become one of the biggest gatherings of the year. The venue pulsed with excitement, banners waving, lightsticks glowing like tiny constellations. Everyone knew. No one dared say it. After tonight, Becca would leave Thailand for months to film her international project. Freen would begin her own solo commitments. Joint appearances would become... uncertain. Temporary. Hopefully. "...You're awfully quiet." Becca peeked over Freen's shoulder, catching her staring at absolutely nothing. "I'm conserving energy." "For glaring?" "I'm preparing." "For glaring." "..." "..." Becca burst into laughter. "There she is." "I'm literally standing here." "No. Sulky Freen. I missed her." "I am not sulking." "Oh?" "I'm...professionally silent." Becca nodded seriously. "Ah. Professional pouting." "I don't pout." "You've been making that face since breakfast." "I'm just existing." "You looked offended when the coffee machine beeped." "It beeped at me first." The staff called for them. "Five minutes!" Becca stood first, fixing her outfit before extending her hand. "Come on." Freen looked at it for three whole seconds before taking it. "...You know." "What?" "I'm still not sulking." "I know." "..." "..." "You've been counting the days until I leave." "I have not." "You literally asked my whole team how many suitcases I'm bringing." "I was... curious." "You also asked if international flights have Wi-Fi." "...Research." "And whether video calls work across time zones." "...Scientific purposes." Becca bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. "You'll miss me." Freen looked away dramatically. "I'll survive." The moment they stepped onto the stage, the arena exploded. Their names echoed through every corner. They waved. Smiled. Bowed. Looked perfectly fine. Only they knew better. The hosts were talking. Fans were cheering. Questions came and went. But somewhere between the noise... ...their eyes met. Just like always. A language no microphone had ever captured. Becca tilted her head ever so slightly. You're thinking too much. Freen narrowed her eyes. ^You're leaving.^ ^I'm working.^ ^Far away.^ ^Still working.^ Becca fought the smile threatening to escape. She subtly stuck her tongue against the inside of her cheek. A tiny tease. Freen caught it immediately. Her expression flattened. ^Really?^ Becca's eyes sparkled. ^You'll miss me.^ Freen's eyebrow rose. ^Who says?^ ^Your face.^ ^Liar.^ ^Your face is screaming.^ ^It's not.^ ^It's writing essays.^ Freen almost smiled. Almost. A host suddenly asked, "So... you'll both be busy after this. Any message for each other?" The audience collectively held its breath. Becca answered first. "I hope she eats on time." Everyone laughed. Freen looked at her. That's your answer? Becca continued, "And... don't stay up too late." The fans squealed. Freen folded her arms. Bossy. Becca looked directly into her eyes this time. Not at the audience. Not at the cameras. Only Freen. Her smile softened. Almost invisible. Know that I'll always find my way back to you. No words. Just her eyes. Different countries. Different schedules. Different time zones. I'll still catch up. I'll still call. You'll still be the first person I tell everything to. You won't lose me. For one dangerous second... Freen forgot where she was. Because behind Becca's teasing grin... ...was someone silently promising, "I guess it's kind of cute how you like me where you are." Like she already knew. Knew Freen would wait. Knew she'd leave pieces of herself in Thailand anyway. ---TO BE CONTINUED in the comment section. #freenbecky #beckyarmstrong #freensarocha #fanfic #wlw

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