Before It Sinks In (Revised)

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The days that came after that were like a nightmare. Becky can't function without Freen. All she does in her daily is cry, sleep, and wait for Freen to come back, but she never does.

Half of her is mad at Freen's decision of leaving her without prior notice, the other half is mad at herself for giving the girl more than enough reason to leave.

Living her life without her is like hell. As she earlier realized, it really is true that you only realize the importance of someone when they're gone.

Becky misses Freen so much that she can physically feel the pain.

She misses her small gestures, how she expresses her love for her, her caring personality, her attentiveness, her subtle possessiveness, everything about her. Her smile, her eyes, her cute nose, that she never tells her, but is her favorite facial feature of her wife.

Her mind is filled with Freen. She's got it bad; too bad she only realized it now.

A week after the girl left, Becky was visited by their friends, who were shocked to find her in a bad state. She got thinner so quickly, as she barely eats. She got eye bags for not sleeping. She doesn't even comb her hair or take a bath.

They went to visit them because they were getting worried that she and Freen weren't going to school.

They still don't know that the two are married. They only think that they share a house because their parents are best of friends, and they found it convenient that their children have each other as housemates.

The first to talk was Nam, Freen's best friend, who gave Becky a worried stare. "What happened Becbec? Where's Freen? You look like a mess."

Her question triggered Becky's tears once more. She's a mess, that's true, and she doesn't know where Freen is. How is she supposed to answer that?

"I-I don't know. She left me a week ago without a word... My wife left me." She was sobbing at this point, covering her face with her hands. But all her friends could do was stare at her in confusion. Wife? What wife is she talking about?

"What do you mean, Becky? What wife?" Noey broke the silence, voicing out the questions they all have.

"Freen. Freen is my wife. We have been married since I turned 18. She has stayed with me for the longest time, took care of me, loved me, but I never showed her any of that in return. She treated me like how a real wife, but I was never one to her. I was a bitch to her, as you all have observed. I hated that I had to marry in a young age, a woman, at that. I don't want being dictated. I wanted to be the one to navigate my own life. This made me hate Freen. I hated her because she agreed to our parents' crazy idea wholeheartedly. I hated her obedience and kindness. She never ranted or got mad at any of my antics since we were kids. She just casually accepts any insults that I say, then she smiles and proceeds pampering me. I hated it because I knew that I was falling in love with her, and that was not part of the plan, so I tried treating her worse, I wanted her to be the one to give up. But now that she did, I don't think I can live my life without her. I am so used to having her by my side that I cannot even imagine a future that I don't have her."

Their friends can only look at each other in disbelief. Looking back at the youngest with pity. Not knowing what to say about the revelation.

"Oh, Becky." They sadly thought in their minds, trying to console the girl, hugging her for comfort.