As If We Never Said Goodbye (JENLISA)

The little things give you away

"Jennie, those are twelve minutes of my life I'll never get back."

Lisa stood on the paved plaza looking up at the clock tower as automated knights and festive dancers spun in circles in front of her. She couldn't disagree that the building was beautiful with it's gray gothic stones and giant spiral towers, but the clock was another story. She knew it was a national monument and also one of the things she had to see if she came here, but the mere sight of it was driving the girl crazy.

Jennie was beside her laughing while Lisa stared at the monument with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Tourists filled the square, cameras firing as the last bells rang out.

"Do you understand what twelve minutes is?" Lisa complained, turning to the brunette. "Do cruel and unusual punishments mean anything to you?"

"Sorry, I had to do that." Jennie managed to say amidst laughter. "The look on your face is priceless."

The girl turned and started walking to leave the square, muttering the dull tune that the Glockenspiel was playing moments before. Lisa huffed and ran after her as she entered another street, passing a crowd of men situated in front of a brewery.

After waking up in a cold sweat that morning, Lisa couldn't get back to sleep. The image of Jennie moaning in her ear and biting her neck was enough to leave her eyes open and fixed on the form of the girl next to her. Her peaceful breathing went with a clock, steady and rhythmic.

Inhale, exhale.

3:53 a.m.

Inhale, exhale.

4:16 a.m.

The morning sun began to appear through the open window, illuminating all of Jennie's features, which the blond had memorized over the past week and even more so over the past few hours. Lisa found herself wanting to reach out and brush the dark hair out of the front of her face, the messy strands getting in the way of her eyes. She spent most of the time imagining how soft it must be, what it would feel like to touch her.

She wished she had a little courage and told the girl how she felt.

But with you it is not that simple.

When Jennie opened her eyes, Lisa was already standing in the shower, her luggage beside the door. She came out of the bathroom minutes later to find the older girl with her sexy hair messed up and a lazy smile that almost made her go back for another shower.

It should be illegal to be this beautiful at seven in the morning.

They boarded a train to Munich, crossing the German border. Lisa didn't notice any changes other than the buildings and that the culture seemed older somehow. The accents were stronger, the food tastier. It was just more.

Jennie stopped suddenly outside a wooden door with green paint and a blackboard nailed to the wall on the left. She turned and smiled at Lisa, before stepping through the door.

"Is this when you're going to kill me?" Lisa asked.

"If I wanted to do that, I would have done it while you were asleep." Jennie replied.

Too late.

Lisa pushed the images the words reminded her of out of her mind and followed her out the door. The smell of beer and roasted meat hit her before she could close the door. The stone walls made her clutch her leather jacket tighter against her, protecting herself from the cold. Steps led down to a cellar-like room, fixtures hanging on the walls illuminated the way down. Each step she took echoed off the stone, the sound being mixed with the voices that grew louder as they descended.