Chapter 30: The End Of The Universe Sticker

"FayeMalisorn has joined your live."

Yoko's breath caught in her throat, her heart stuttering as though time itself had paused. For a moment, she froze, staring at the notification in disbelief. Was Faye actually watching? A tidal wave of emotions surged through her—hope, fear, and a glimmer of something she hadn't allowed herself to feel in a long time: relief.

The comment section erupted instantly, bursting like a dazzling display of fireworks. When Yoko checked the viewer count, she was stunned to see an audience of 3 million people watching her.

"OMG! IS THAT REALLY FAYE?!!"

"YOKO, DON'T END THE LIVE! FAYE'S HERE!!!"

"Y'ALL, FAYE JUST JOINED. I'M SCREAMING!"

The energy in the room shifted, as if everyone watching could feel the moment hold its breath. Yoko's eyes darted over the flood of comments, her hands trembling against the weight of the moment. The live felt alive, buzzing with a chaotic intensity she could barely process.

And then, amidst the frenzy of words and emojis, a single comment appeared—sharp, deliberate, and unmistakably Faye's.

"A TikTok live, huh? That's so clever."

Yoko's breath hitched as she read the message aloud in her mind, her chest tightening. Faye was watching. She was here. The room around her seemed to blur into the background, the voices of Lingling and Engfa distant as she focused on those words. Faye's words—playful but guarded—broke through the noise like a whisper straight to Yoko's heart.

Her pulse pounded in her ears as the comments continued to explode, the excitement reaching fever pitch. Yoko's hands gripped the edge of the table, trying to steady herself as she looked directly into the camera, her voice soft but resolute.

"Faye," she said, her voice shaking slightly, but clear enough to cut through the chaos. "I meant every word. Everything I said tonight—it's real. I just wanted you to know... I love you. I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make this right." She paused, her throat tightening as emotion threatened to overcome her. "Do you hear me?"

The comment section became a blur, words moving faster than her eyes could follow. Yoko's chest ached as she waited, every second stretching into eternity. And then it came—short, calm, but filled with meaning.

"Yes, I hear you."

Yoko exhaled sharply, the weight of Faye's response crashing into her like a wave. Her trembling hands lifted to cover her mouth as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. It wasn't forgiveness, not yet. But it was something. It was hope.

The comments spiraled into chaos again—emojis, reactions, people screaming virtually through their keyboards—but Yoko didn't see any of it. In that moment, all she saw were Faye's words.

"Yes, I hear you."

Yoko's heart raced, her breath caught in her throat as tears welled in her eyes. The rush of relief was overwhelming, but there was still a tight knot in her chest that refused to loosen. She took a shaky breath and spoke with quiet resolve:

"Faye, I know I've made mistakes, but I want to make things right. I know you might not be ready, but I'll wait for you. I'll always wait for you."

For a brief moment, everything stood still. The comments slowed, the viewers holding their breath in unison. Then, Faye's reply appeared — a single question that sent a jolt of confusion through Yoko:

"How long?"

Yoko's brow furrowed, uncertainty creeping in. She quickly responded, her voice shaking with curiosity:

"How long what?"

The chat buzzed with eager anticipation, but all Yoko could focus on was Faye's reply. When it came, it was clear, yet teasing:

"How long are you willing to wait?"

A smile spread across Yoko's face, her heart swelling with hope. She wiped away a tear, then spoke with all the sincerity she could muster: "In my lifetime, Faye."

Faye's response came swiftly, followed by something that made Yoko burst into laughter:

"That's sweet, but I won't let you wait that long. I was just at the gas station for my car."

The comments section erupted in laughter. Fans flooded the screen with laughing emojis as the 3 million viewers took in the humorous twist.

"LOL, she was at the gas station! ⛽😂"

"Aww, Yoko, you've got a keeper!" 😍

"Damn, I love Faye!"

"3 million of us tuning in for this level of drama—I'm not even mad. Iconic." 💖

"Classic Faye moment! Never change!" 🤣

Yoko chuckled softly, wiping her eyes as she tried to calm the storm of emotions inside her. Her heart was racing, the weight of the moment still heavy on her chest. She stared into the camera, her voice trembling slightly, but filled with hope:

"So... are we okay?"

For a brief second, everything seemed to freeze. The flood of comments slowed to a near halt, as if the entire TikTok world was holding its breath, waiting for Faye's answer. The seconds dragged on. Then, finally, the reply appeared:

"Almost."

Yoko's smile faltered for a brief moment, but she quickly steadied herself, refusing to let the uncertainty show. The word "almost" still held so much promise, like a flickering light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. She took a deep breath and, with renewed determination, responded:

"Almost? Well... what can I do to make us perfectly okay?"

The comments exploded again, fans eagerly anticipating Faye's response. Yoko's fingers hovered over her phone, the tension palpable in the air. The chat was alive with excited messages, but all Yoko could focus on was the screen in front of her, waiting for Faye's reply. Then, unexpectedly, something appeared.

It wasn't just words.

A sparkling engagement ring sticker popped up on the screen, shining like a beacon in the midst of the chat. The room seemed to go completely still. Yoko's eyes widened in disbelief, and her breath caught in her throat. The ring sparkled brightly, its virtual glow matching the pounding of her heart. Beneath it, Faye's message flashed:

"Marry me."

Yoko froze. She stared at the screen, wide-eyed, the words not quite sinking in. Her heart skipped a beat, then another. Was she imagining this? Could this really be happening? The engagement ring sticker shimmered on her phone, its vibrant colors dancing as if taunting her disbelief. She had never imagined this moment, and now that it was happening, it felt almost unreal.

"Did... did she just...?" Lingling whispered in awe, her voice trembling as she stared at her phone, then quickly turned to Yoko, as if searching for confirmation.

Engfa blinked, her eyes wide with shock. She covered her mouth, her voice barely above a whisper. "Wait. What? Did Faye just propose?!"

Yoko could hardly believe her eyes. She opened her mouth, trying to find the right words, but nothing came out. The comments exploded with excitement, flooding the screen with a new wave of reactions.

"OMG, Faye just proposed! 😱"

"Did we just witness a TikTok proposal?!"

"YES YES YES!!"

"DID FAYE JUST PROPOSE?! OMG!!!"

"OMG, THE ENGAGEMENT RING STICKER JUST ENDED THE UNIVERSE STICKER!" 💍

"WAIT! DID SHE JUST ASK YOKO TO MARRY HER?!?! 💍😭"

"HOLY COW, FAYE JUST PROPOSED! THIS IS LITERALLY A FAIRYTALE!"

"IS THIS REAL?! A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL ON TIKTOK LIVE?! OMG!"

"I CAN'T BREATHE! DID FAYE REALLY JUST SAY MARRY ME?! YOKO, YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED!"

"YOKO, YOU BETTER SAY YES! SHE JUST GAVE YOU A RING, GIRL!"

"FAYE AND YOKO FOREVER! I'M LITERALLY CRYING RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭"

"THE RING GIFT! THE MARRY ME COMMENT! I CAN'T HANDLE THIS, IT'S SO ROMANTIC!"

"Did we just witness a proposal?! I'm screaming!! 😱💍"

"GUYS, FAYE IS OUT HERE PROPOSING ON LIVE! WHO KNEW TIKTOK WOULD BE THE PLACE FOR THIS?"

"I can't believe this is happening! Faye just asked Yoko to marry her on TikTok LIVE? This is iconic!"

"Did anyone else just see that? This is like a dream come true for them!! 💖"

"I'm officially sobbing. YOKO, YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A QUEEN!"

"THE COMMENT SECTION IS GOING WILD, AND SO AM I!!! YES, FAYE! YES, YOKO!"

"How do I sign up to be this lucky?! Faye just dropped the proposal on TikTok like it's nothing!!!" 😭

"I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. FAYE IS A WHOLE MOOD RIGHT NOW! MARRY ME?!?!! 😱

"I'm not crying, you're crying. FAYE JUST PROPOSED. THIS IS EVERYTHING."

"Did I just witness a marriage proposal on TikTok? YES YOU DID!!!"

"I'm never recovering from this. Faye proposing to Yoko LIVE on TikTok? It's too much for my heart."

"I love Freen with all my heart, but damn! FAYE IS THE STANDARRRRRD!

Yoko could hardly process what she had just read. Her mind raced to make sense of the words on her screen, but it felt like they were dancing just out of reach. Her hands trembled, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat, as tears welled up in her eyes. She quickly wiped her face, trying to regain some composure, but her breath hitched, betraying the wave of emotions crashing over her.

With a voice that shook but was filled with a deep, overwhelming certainty, she finally spoke:

"Yes, Faye. Yes, a thousand times yes."

As soon as the words left her lips, the comments section erupted once more with an explosion of excitement. Viewers flooded the screen with a torrent of heart emojis, congratulatory messages, and words of encouragement. The chat moved so quickly it was a blur, but the love and support were undeniable. The flood of messages ranged from simple "Congrats!" to more elaborate expressions of joy.

"OMG, YES!!"

"Yoko, you're going to be the happiest person ever! 💍💖"

"Can't believe we just witnessed this!!"

"THEY'RE ENGAGED. I REPEAT, THEY'RE ENGAGED. SOMEONE PINCH ME!"

"IT'S OFFICIAL! THEY'RE ENGAGED, Y'ALL!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING!"

"ENGAGED ON TIKTOK LIVE?! THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF! 😭💍"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOKO AND FAYE ARE ENGAGED!! SOMEONE TELL ME THIS IS REAL!"

I'M SHOOK. THEY'RE ENGAGED, PEOPLE! THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY!"

The room around Yoko seemed to pulse with a vibrant energy, as if it were alive with the weight of the moment. Time itself appeared to stand still, the world holding its breath. Yoko's heart raced as she struggled to grasp the reality of what had just unfolded. Her eyes darted back to the screen, where flashing hearts and excitement-filled messages blurred into a sea of overwhelming support. Then, she turned to Lingling and Engfa, both of whom had tears glistening in their eyes, mirroring her own emotions.

It felt like her world had shifted in an instant. A single moment had changed everything—what had started as a casual livestream was now a life-altering event. She smiled through her tears, the warmth of the love pouring in from the viewers only intensifying the profound sense of joy bubbling up inside her.

The whole room felt electric, charged with a mix of shock, excitement, and love. It was as though time itself had frozen for just a heartbeat, and in that suspended moment, Yoko knew: her life would never be the same.

As the fans continued to congratulate them, Yoko felt the weight of the moment. In that instant, it felt like everything had fallen into place. It was surreal, yet it was real. She had confessed her love. Faye had responded with a promise for the future.

They were on the verge of something new, something beautiful—something perfectly okay.

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Faye's POV:

The day had been a whirlwind—a chaotic blend of exhaustion, confusion, anger, pain, joy, and excitement. Never in a million years had Faye imagined proposing over TikTok, yet here she was, grappling with the reality. I proposed! she thought, her mind racing. I asked her to marry me. The thought gnawed at her, a mixture of disbelief and hope.

But before this surreal moment, there had been so much pain. Faye had fled Yoko's hotel room, heartbroken, even though she'd heard Yoko's assurance that she and Engfa were just friends. It didn't erase the ache or the questions. How could Yoko be here—so close—without even reaching out? She had waited for her, nights spent sleepless and yearning, only to discover that Yoko was nearby, and yet, silent.

After Yoko had asked for space, Faye confided in Sonya and Namtan. Namtan had been furious at Film for the public comments that had set this all in motion, threatening to sue her for the damage she'd caused. But Faye, calm despite her own turmoil, had stopped her. "I'll talk to her," she said.

Two days later, Faye flew directly to New York to confront Film.

The meeting was painful—a raw and necessary confrontation with the ghosts of their past. Faye sat stiffly across from Film, her arms folded tightly over her chest, her expression unreadable. The air between them felt heavy, weighed down by years of unresolved hurt and words left unsaid.

Film, usually so composed and self-assured, now looked anything but. Her hands trembled slightly as they rested on the table in front of her, her eyes fixed on them as though they might provide some solace. When she finally spoke, her voice was a fragile whisper, carrying the weight of regret.

"I never meant for things to go this far," Film began, her words halting, raw. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that, Faye. I... I was lonely. And jealous. Seeing you with someone who makes you so happy—it brought up all the regret I've been carrying. And I—I lashed out."

Faye's jaw tightened, her gaze sharp as she let the words settle. "You didn't just lash out, Film. You made it sound like we were still together. You implied things that weren't true, knowing how much it could hurt the people involved."

Film flinched, her hands clenching into fists before she forced them to relax. "I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I let my emotions take over. I was selfish, Faye. I was bitter, and I used my words to manipulate the situation. I thought... I don't know what I thought. Maybe that it would make me feel better, like I still had some part of you. But all I did was make things worse—for you, for everyone."

Faye's heart twisted at the rawness in Film's tone, but the anger she felt hadn't dissipated. "You didn't just make things worse, Film. You forced me to confront something I thought we'd already put behind us. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to ask you for closure? To come back to you after all these years and relive everything just so I could move forward with someone I love? Why can't you let me be happy, Film? Why do you always end up hurting me?"

Film's tears spilled over, sliding down her cheeks. "I know. And I'm sorry," she said, her voice breaking. "I'm sorry for everything—for how I hurt you back then, and for how I hurt you now. I wanted to hold onto something that wasn't mine anymore. I was selfish, and I'll carry that regret for the rest of my life."

Faye shut her eyes for a moment, inhaling sharply as the weight of his words crushed her. "Do you even grasp what you've almost taken from me?" she demanded, her voice soft but filled with raw pain. "Yoko is everything to me, Film. And because of your lies, the way you twisted the truth, she thought—" Faye's voice faltered, and she turned away briefly, struggling to steady herself before locking eyes with him once more. "She thought I couldn't love her because I was still in love with you. But I'm not, Film. I was. You know I was. I loved you, but you walked away. You chose to leave me. What was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to wait for you indefinitely, clinging to the hope that you'd come back, when you made it clear you didn't want me anymore? How could we end it when you severed every last connection between us?"

Film's guilt flashing across her face as Faye's words cut through him like a blade. "Faye..." she began, her voice barely a whisper. "I know I messed up. I know I left, and that was my choice, my mistake. But I never stopped caring about you. Not even for a second."

She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply. "I wasn't trying to hurt you or Yoko. I was... I don't know. I was scared, jealous, desperate to matter to you again." Her voice cracked, and she looked down, unable to meet her piercing gaze. "I see now how wrong I was—how selfish. I just... I thought if I could somehow make you doubt, make you question, then maybe I could..." She trailed off, her voice faltering under the weight of her own confession.

"I didn't think about what it would do to her. Or to you. I didn't think at all," she admitted, looking up at her with eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Faye. I really am. I know I can't undo the damage, but I need you to know—I never wanted to take anything from you. I just wanted to feel like I hadn't lost everything."

Faye stared at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she shook her head, her voice steady but laced with exhaustion. "You didn't just hurt me, Film. You hurt Yoko—the one person I'd move mountains for. Whatever you're feeling, whatever you're going through, it doesn't justify what you've done." She took a deep breath, her voice softening but remaining firm. "I don't hate you, Film. But you need to understand that what we had is gone. And it's time for you to let it go."

Film nodded slowly, tears welling in her eyes. Faye asking her to let her go was the most painful thing she had ever faced since walking away from her. Yet, no matter how much it hurt, she found the strength to speak.

"I understand," she said softly, her voice trembling. "And for what it's worth, I hope you and Yoko find the happiness I couldn't give you. Believe me when I say I regret everything I did that hurt you. I'm so, so sorry, Faye."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with sorrow and sincerity, as she braced herself for the finality of letting go.

Faye exhaled, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she sat back in her chair. "I believe you, Film. I do. But an apology doesn't erase what happened. You need to learn from this—for yourself and for everyone who trusts you in the future."

Film nodded, wiping at her tears. "I will. I swear I will."

Faye's gaze lingered on her for a moment before she turned away, her heart heavy but resolute. This time, she wasn't looking back.

For the first time in years, there was a sense of finality between them—not the jagged, painful kind, but a softer one. Faye knew the scars would remain, but at least now, she could begin to heal—and more importantly, move forward.

The following morning, Film held a press conference as promised. She admitted her mistakes, apologizing publicly. The apology went viral, broadcast worldwide. Faye had thought—hoped—that this would be the catalyst for Yoko to reach out. But days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. Nothing.

Faye was desperate. She couldn't stop thinking about Yoko, couldn't stop longing for her. Watching Yoko's TikTok lives became a bittersweet ritual, something Sofia had taught her to do incognito. She never joined, unwilling to draw attention, but she couldn't look away. She saw the dimness in Yoko's eyes, the way her smile never quite reached them. It was clear Yoko was hurting too.

If she's in pain like I am, why didn't she come back to me? Faye wondered endlessly. She tried to understand Yoko's need for space, her desire for reassurance and security. Faye was willing to give her that—everything she needed—but only if Yoko would let her.

Then came the moment that shattered her. Seeing Yoko at a restaurant with Engfa, then finding out she was staying in the Philippines, so near yet still so far. The pain was almost unbearable.

She couldn't bear the pain in her heart any longer, so she left the hotel. Every step felt heavy, like a weight pulling her down. She knew she had collided with Dr. Lingling on her way out, but she was too consumed by her own hurt to even greet her. All she could think about was the ache inside her, the emptiness that seemed to fill every corner of her chest. She got into her car and drove aimlessly, her mind a blur of confusion and sadness.

Her phone buzzed, and when she glanced at the screen, she saw Yoko's name flashing. God, how many times had she longed to see that name appear, desperate for the comfort of her voice, the sound of her love. But now that it was there, she couldn't summon the strength to even look at it. She let it ring, ignored it, as though denying herself the one thing that might ease her pain.

In the back of her mind, she believed Yoko when she said that Engfa was just a friend. She knew it was unfair of her to doubt Yoko's words, to let her insecurities creep in and twist her thoughts. But the hurt—the raw, unbearable hurt—of knowing that Yoko could hang out with other people so effortlessly, especially with friends, and not with her, gnawed at her. All she ever wanted was Yoko by her side.

When she reached the turn for her house, her mind numb with emotion, a notification popped up on her phone: Yoko is live. For a moment, she felt a wave of confusion. Why would Yoko be live? Wasn't she just in the middle of their fight? Was she really so insignificant that Yoko could just move on without her? Was Yoko not hurt, too? Did she not care at all?

She tried to ignore the notification, tried to keep driving, but something inside her—something she couldn't explain—made her open the livestream. She didn't join, though. She couldn't bring herself to engage, to comment. Instead, she just watched from the outside, a passive observer to whatever Yoko had to say.

And then, she heard it. The words that she had longed to hear for so long, even since the days when she was with Film. Yoko, publicly acknowledging her feelings, making it clear to everyone that she was with her. The words came, unexpected and pure, and for a moment, the pain in her chest eased.

She had never pressured Yoko to make their relationship public, never demanded that she acknowledge it in front of others. She understood Yoko's career, and she had accepted that, respecting her boundaries. But deep down, there had always been a quiet yearning—a desire to be with Yoko without hiding, to hold her hand publicly, out in the open, free of secrets and shadows.

As she listened to Yoko's words, a tear slipped down her cheek. Yoko's voice, soft yet filled with conviction, reached out to her, and she could feel the sincerity in every syllable. Yoko was assuring her, assuring Faye, that she loved her—truly, deeply loved her—and that she was sorry for the pain she had caused. In those words, Faye could hear the apology, the regret, and most of all, the love that Yoko had never stopped feeling.

She realized then, with a deep, aching certainty, that Yoko wanted the same thing: to be together, openly, without fear or shame. No more hiding. No more pretending. The hurt they both carried could be healed if they could just be honest, be real, with each other and with the world.

Faye wiped away her tears, her heart still heavy, but now filled with a new sense of clarity and hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other. With a deep breath, she joined the live. God knew, proposing on a TikTok live stream was the last thing on her mind, but she had known for some time that she would ask. She had wanted to do it before all the chaos, before the misunderstandings and pain.

When Yoko had asked what she could do to make everything okay, Faye knew in that moment, with absolute certainty, there was only one answer—she wanted Yoko to marry her. It wasn't just about making amends or fixing what was broken; it was about solidifying their future together. No more space, no more waiting, no more uncertainty. Faye wanted to take that final, irrevocable step that would bind them together, not just in words but in action—a promise of forever.

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Before Faye could let her thoughts spiral any further, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen, and her heart skipped when she saw Yoko's name lighting up. With trembling hands, Faye answered, her pulse racing in her ears.

"Hey, fiancée," Yoko's voice came through, tentative but hopeful, a soft tremor lacing her words as if she were unsure of how Faye would respond.

Faye let out a soft, breathy laugh, a mix of relief and disbelief filling her chest. She could feel the weight of the moment, the tension lifting just a little. "Hello, fiancée," she teased, her voice light yet brimming with all the emotion she had been holding back.

On the other end of the line, she heard Yoko exhale deeply, like she was releasing months of pent-up tension, the kind of breath that felt like a quiet surrender. "Can I see you?" Yoko asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a desperate plea hidden beneath the simplicity of the words. "Please?"

Faye's heart ached at the rawness in Yoko's voice, and she sighed, feeling her own emotions threaten to overwhelm her. "Wait for me," she replied softly, her voice shaky but resolute. "I'm coming back. Just... wait for me."

In that moment, the world felt a little more hopeful, as though everything they had gone through, all the pain and uncertainty, might finally begin to heal.