Find a Light (JenLisa Adaptation)

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3 years later

Rosé huffed and crossed her arms as her eyes fixed themselves on the black haired woman across from her. "You know, you really aren't making it any easier for me."

A quiet chuckle left Lisa's lips and she slowly leaned back on the couch in the Park/Kim living room, her eyes sparkling in amusement as she let them roam over the various pictures of dresses and patterns strewn out on the coffee table in front of her. "I told you, Rosie. I will wear any color you want. With the exception of pink."

"But look, Lisa!" Her hand shot out to grab a soft pink pattern, almost shoving it into her best friend's face. "This isn't really pink! It's like, a really, really soft pink! Washed out almost. You can't even see the pink!" The silver haired woman's eyes were wide as she looked at Lisa. "And you would look sooo pretty in it, I'm sure of it."

Lisa raised an eyebrow and lifted her hand to pry the pattern out of Rosé's fingers. With her lips pursed, she let her fingers run over the soft material, slowly nodding her head as if she really considered wearing a dress in that color before flinging the material to the side. She looked up at Rosé with a smirk on her lips, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. "Nah. I think you have to choose a different color for me."

Rosé's lips formed a pout at Lisa's words and she turned around, letting herself fall down on the couch next to Lisa. "You're being really difficult."

"Ah well. You know me. That's my thing, being difficult." Lisa smirked and turned her head towards Rosé who stared straight ahead, her eyebrows drawn down. The pale woman's face quickly morphed into a frown, "Rosé." Lisa's elbow lightly nudged the silver haired woman's ribs. "You knew I wasn't going to agree wearing," she paused and moved her gaze to the pictures of dresses all in different shades of pink, wrinkling her nose, "that. It was a condition, remember? I wouldn't have agreed to be your maid of honor if you hadn't promised me not to stick me into anything pink. Or anything remotely close to that."

"I know." Rosé sighed loudly, then turned to Lisa, a small smile starting to form on her lips. "I just thought I could convince you. But I promise I'm going to find you a good color."

Lisa nodded and let out a laugh, "You know, you are the one getting married and still you do everything possible to make me feel comfortable."

"Well, at least now you see that I would do anything for my best friend," Rosé shoved Lisa's knee and giggled, "Even rearrange my wedding." Lisa smiled and watched as Rosé began to gather the pictures together, neatly stacking them on top of the table.

The sudden feeling of heaviness on her left hand caught Lisa's attention and her smile began to fall when her fingers touch the smooth surface of the silver ring on her ring finger. Numbness around inside of her, encaging her heart, just like it always did when she thought about her. There had been a time when she couldn't think about her at all, where everything her thoughts would result into were hour long crying sessions, where the pain would get too much for her to handle. More than once did Lisa think about joining her dead fiancée. It would have been so easy. Slitting her wrists, taking an overdose of pills, letting herself fall from the roof of her apartment building... it all had crossed her mind but never had she truly considered it.

"Maybe you should take it off."

Lisa's eyes blinked dazedly as she lifted her eyes from the ring on her finger and her gaze fell on Rosé's face, complete with a sad smile and sympathy radiating from her eyes. Almost instinctively, Lisa flexed her hand, making a fist as if she was afraid that Rosé would rip it off all of sudden. "No. No, I... I'm not taking it off."