Probably just the wrong room. I decided to get out of the room, and there I saw Mee, my stylist.
But I am sure Mr. Cute Guy got into this exact room.
''Becky , I can't believe you are just here. We are looking for you for 3 hours, He said.
''Hours? How? But I just got here in this room for approximately twenty minutes, I answered.
''Why ? what happened? '' I ask because I noticed the concern in her eyes.
''It's Freen, '' he replied, his voice filled with worry.
''What about her? ''
He just stood there, and tears in his eyes started to show.
'What happened to Freen? ''
''The media and the whole showbiz industry are now buzzing about Blew's accident at the highway near our site.'' I gasped hearing the news from him.
''Where's Freen? '' Is the first thing I asked?
''Becky ,wait.''
I'm sure she's going there. I wonder how she feels right now, even though Blew is an asshole. I know she loved him. So without asking more about the details, I ran to Freen's room with Mee behind me.
When I arrived in front of Freen's dressing room, I saw the gang already standing outside. I stopped when Tee held my wrist as I held the door knob.
She looked at me with worried eyes .
''Becky.. '' Jim tried to stop me, but I continued to get inside; the door wasn't even locked.'' What are you doing outside, Just standing? '' I said in a low and firm voice. I know they are afraid of Freen when upset, but seriously? I pushed past Tee and entered the dressing room, finding Freen sitting calmly on a chair. The gang exchanged nervous glances, but I couldn't understand why they were so hesitant to get near her.
''I told you all to leave me alone. I just want to go there and see what happens. Why hasn't anyone understood me? '' She said in a hoarse voice.
I looked at all of them, hearing what Freen had said. How could they?
They all looked at each other before Kade spoke.
''Director Wuttapong just wanted to protect you; this is a murder case, and they all suspect you have a connection to it, and Blew's grandfather is pointing you out as the reason for his grandson's nearly death ," Kade explained, her voice filled with concern. "They're just trying to keep you safe and find the truth." I could see the worry etched on their faces as they grappled with the weight of the situation. .''
''When did this happen? '' I ask Kade sighed before responding, "It happened early this morning. The police found Blew unconscious inside his car, and they believe someone tried to kill him. As the witnesses saw his car being chase by another car before his car collided with the truck at the highway. But they are still investigating and looking for evidence and CCTV footage to see what really happened"
''Early this morning? and they all conclude that fast that the case has something to do with Mr. On's case? how? Isn't it too soon to conclude?'' I ask so confuse. I ask, trying to make sense of the situation. It seems premature to draw a connection between this incident and Mr. On's case without concrete evidence or further investigation. Additionally, shouldn't we wait for the CCTV footage and other evidence before jumping to conclusions?
''And what are they saying Freen is involved in this? And what are they saying Freen's involvement is in this?" I inquire, curious to understand the basis for such a claim. It seems unfounded to accuse Freen without any substantial evidence or motive. Perhaps we should consider all possibilities and wait for a thorough investigation before making any assumptions about Freen's involvement.
''Clearly, that psycho has found another way to torture Freen as they found that Freen is re-opening the case of her parents -
''Can you all please get out of my room? All of us were startled by Freen's sudden outburst. It was clear that she was overwhelmed and needed some space to collect herself. We all came silent and they quickly exited the room, giving her the privacy she needed to calm down and process her emotions.
But I stayed and just sat quietly by her side, offering my support without saying a word. I knew that sometimes all she needed was someone to be there for her, and I wanted to be that person in her time of need.
We stayed so silently alone in the room. I am glad she didn't complain when she noticed I stayed and sat by her side.
Later on, I was startled when she leaned headfirst on my shoulder. My heart broke into pieces when I felt hot tears on my shoulder.
But I chose not to do anything and just stayed there. I looked down, and there I noticed the bouquet of flowers she was holding.
''He's here . He came to me before he had an accident. He was here before the accident, Freen said, still leaning on my shoulder. Later, she held on to my left arm as if she were drawing strength from it.
And I just stayed there, letting her get strength from me.
Why would such a beautiful girl like this suffer so much?
God , if there is a way I can carry all the burden away from you, I will.
''The old man is right; it was my fault. Blew is fighting for his life now. It was my fault that he was nearly dead. I am a curse; everyone who gets near me dies, like my parents, Mr. On, and other people involved in our family.''
I slowly put my hands on her shoulder and slightly pressed her body against mine. I whispered softly, "You are not a curse. Sometimes unfortunate events happen, but it does not define who you are. We will do everything we can to help Blew recover and ensure the safety of those around us."
''I want to see him, Becky. If I hadn't broken up with him abruptly, this would not have happened. Maybe he wouldn't be in his situation right now. Maybe if I waited a little more, Mr. On would still be here too.''
I sighed at hearing her say those words. It was like she was regretting choosing me. That time hurts, but this is not the right time for me to dwell on what could have been. Right now, our focus should be on supporting Blew and finding a solution to his current situation. We can't change the past, but we can make a difference in the present and future.
Maybe she was right. Maybe my timing was wrong too. If I had just decided to stay away, this all wouldn't have happened. But then I suddenly remembered these words after hearing them in my head.
There are some unfortunate events that are planned to occur and will nonetheless occur no matter what we do to prevent them. Additionally, sometimes preventing them from occurring will only result in the worst-case scenario.
Just from whom did I ever hear that?
I ignore it and continue comforting Freen.
''I don't know what to say to you. ," I say, feeling at a loss for words. "But I'm here for you, and we'll get through this together."
She snuggled into my chest, which made my heart race with a mix of worry and affection. As I held her tightly, I couldn't help but think about the uncertain future that lay ahead. However, in that moment, all that mattered was providing comfort and support for Freen during this difficult time.
I just hope she won't hear how my heart is about to explode with this closeness we have right now.
I can't remember the last time I saw her this vulnerable, and I am glad I'm with her as she shows her weakness.
Later on, I heard her say something, but I couldn't hear her clearly.
''Hm?''
"I said thank you," she said, turning to face me while still tightly holding me in her arms. It broke my heart to see how adorable this woman is. How can someone be this gorgeous while sobbing? I'm not sure if I'll be sad for her or fall in love with her once more. I realized then how fortunate I am to have her in my life. Her vulnerability only deepened my love and admiration for her. I made a silent promise to be there for her constantly as we cuddled.
My god, Becky, what is wrong with you thinking that in this situation? I scolded myself for being stupidly happy about this situation.
''What is it? '' Freen asks, confused.
''Nothing,'' I wiped her tears with the back of my fingers and smiled,'' I just didn't know that you are such a cry baby.'' I joked, and she pouted, which melted my heart more.
''Ouch, '' I said, she's pinching my side. I let out a playful yelp and playfully nudged her shoulder. "Alright, alright, I take it back," I chuckled, feeling grateful for the lighthearted moment amidst the tears.
''I can't believe you have the time to joke like that in this situation, she said, finally letting go of our embrace.
Which made me miss her warm in me. I couldn't help but laugh at her comment. "Well, sometimes humor is the best way to cope," I replied, trying to lighten the mood. Deep down, I wished we could stay in that embrace forever, finding solace in each other's presence.
But this is not time to be greedy .
And we became silent again sitting in front of a mirror she was holding the flowers while reading the card with it ,
I was looking and the flowers and flash came in my head again,
It was like a memory where I was holding a crown of flowers , and I saw my hands are so little I was dancing on this large flower fields where there is a big tree ,
''Becky, becky are you okay?Your crying .'' I was back on my senses and notice the worry on Freen's face while shaking my shoulders.
I didn't realize my tears were falling until Freen pointed it out. The sight of the flowers had triggered a flood of emotions and memories that I hadn't expected.
I wiped my tears and look away .
''What happened ? Is there something wrong? '' Freen asked, concern evident in his voice. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself before answering. "It's just...these flowers remind me of someone I lost," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
''I-am sorry ,.Maybe I should just throw flowers -
''No. This is stupid. I mean-'' I didn't how to tell her I don't know who I lost and it's just some kind of a stupid hallucination.
''It's okay you don't have to explain.'' Freen said with concern in her eyes. She reached out and gently squeezed my hand, offering me comfort in her understanding.
''You don't understand it's something else-'' Shit , Becky don't tell her now it'll add on her problems. It's just stupid hallucination. I scolded myself again.
''What is it ,Becky? Tell me. Please you're scaring me with your cryptic comments," pleaded Freen, her voice filled with concern. She reached out to hold my trembling hands, hoping to provide some comfort and reassurance.
''No.no. it's just a stupid hallucination-
A knock on the door interrupted me from telling her things I should be telling her now.
'What is it , Becky? Continue, .'' She said, not minding the knocks on the door. I hesitated for a moment, torn between sharing my fears and protecting her from the burden. But seeing the determination in her eyes, I took a deep breath and decided to trust her with the truth.
'' Freen, the police are here; they want to ask a few questions about Blew's accident this morning.''
Freen , looked at me for a second before she decided to open the door.
'' Yes, officer, how can I help you?'' she asked calmly, masking any trace of worry in her voice.
And the police and Freen settelled inside I decided to leave her dressing room and give them some privacy to discuss the matter. As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and anxiety, hoping that Freen would handle the situation well and that the truth wouldn't cause any further harm.