Between Love and Time | Chaelisa

Chapter 35 Selfish

The warmth of her embrace was heartfelt and sincere; it was enough to send a message that everything would be alright. Jennie gently kissed the back of the English woman's hands, and with a kind smile, she whispered a "see you soon." Rosé had promised the short girl that she would try to spend time with everyone before her time was up. Of course, this promise was made in private before they joined Lisa in her car.

They departed Jisoo's shop as soon as the gypsy and the violin player had returned from the park. Rosé left without any of her belongings because they were all at the fortune teller's house. The English woman was still contemplating whether she would return to Lisa's apartment or stay with Jisoo. It all depended on the model's actions. Rosé rested her shoulder against the closed door before heaving a great sigh; she was exhausted. Sleep and Lisa's warm arms tempted the blonde to succumb to her heavy eyelids, but she fought the urge. Rosé wanted to address everything. Her days were numbered, and she didn't want to spend them without clearing things out with Lisa. She sensed the footsteps coming from Manoban's bedroom. The footsteps were soft and without haste. Why was her heart racing again?

"Would you like a drink?" Lisa whispered once she was in front of the blonde. The model didn't lay a finger on her, but their bodies were so close that they could feel each other's warmth. The sensation was enough to melt Lisa's walls.

"A glass of vine would be nice, miss Manoban."

"Stop calling me that." Lisa pushed a strand away from her forehead. "I like it when you call me Lisa. You don't have to be so formal around me." She brushed her lips against the blonde's. Lisa kept it short enough just to tease her.

Rosé rigidly walked towards the large sofa in the living room and waited for the model. From there, she could see everything in the apartment; its spaciousness and its luxuries that only someone as famous as Lisa could own. Rosé had missed it, the scenic view, the silence, and most of all its owner with her mesmerizing eyes, her smile, and her sweet loving words. Exactly how much time did she have left? When would fate decide that it was time for her to go?

She raised her eyes towards the kitchen door and sighed. Everything was so wonderful here. She had spent four months here; she felt like it was her home now. A glass of wine appeared before her eyes, eliciting a smile. The hand holding to the cup was beautiful. Those were the same hands that had touched and treated her with so much affection.

"Thank you, Lisa."Rosé stared at the coffee table as she bit down on her lips. The wooden table had a charcuterie board filled with the finest cheeses, meats, and fruits. "What a delight. May I have a taste?" Lisa nodded before she stretched out her hand to reach a morsel of cheese. "Mmm. This tastes amazing!"

"You know, when you weren't here, I would circle around the apartment trying to figure out where you were hiding or if you had gone back to the 18th century. I read what you left behind, Rosé, the theory about souls, the history books, the photos of your portrait, everything. Is there really something more?"

After taking a sip, Rosé laid the glass over the table. Lisa was sitting by her side.

"You haven't realized the seriousness of the theory on souls," Rosé murmured with a lump growing in her throat. "I..I need you to close your eyes for a second and visualize something, something that has caught your attention before, something that has made you think or feel that you're not from this century."

Lisa immediately remembered flashes of her dreams, her face obscured by a black scarf. On another occasion, she remembered falling in a pool of mud and being offered a helping hand from a beautiful maiden with a voice laced with prominence and somberness.