As If We Never Said Goodbye (JENLISA)

From a whisper to a scream

Her eyelids were heavy, burning with her attempts to open them. The bright light coming from the window forced Lisa to close them, shuddering as the action sent a pain behind her eyes. Her entire body felt dead and her muscles ached as she raised her arm to protect herself from the encroaching sunlight. She swallowed dryly, memories of the night before coming back in flashes.

The crowded theater.

Jennie staring at me.

The street with the pink neon light and the women behind the glass.

Jennie running after me.

The cafe and the little red sofa.

Jennie.

Her lips.

Her eyes.

Inches away from me.

But all of this was surrounded by a thick fog that blurred certain details and made her question the validity of some memories. One thing she did remember was the feeling of heat and electricity, and then of freezing air and street lights. This memory confused her because it didn't come with images, just an intense but distant sensation. The more she thought about it, the stronger the pain behind her eyes became.

What the fuck did I smoke last night?

Grabbing a pillow, she rolled over in protest, but was met with something solid and warm. She blindly lifted her hand and ran it over the soft skin, hearing a soft sigh coming from above her. Lisa opened her eyes and stared at smooth thighs and long legs crossed at the ankles. Withdrawing her hand, she turned her eyes to the small pajama shorts that surfaced in her imagination, and then to a pair of brown eyes.

I could get used to that.

"Good morning, roomie." Jennie said from her spot on Lisa's bed, her back resting against the headboard. She held a cup in her hands as she smiled at the blonde.

"I had forgotten that you wake up early." Lisa complained, stretching and laying back on the bed. "Wait a minute, were you watching me sleep?"

"Of course not." She said, before dropping her gaze and coughing lightly. "Um, if by watching, you mean fiddling with you every few minutes to make sure you're still alive, then yes." She completed nervously, bringing the cup to her lips. "Coffee?"

"No thanks, the smell isn't good for my stomach." Lisa replied, brushing aside the girl's odd response. She turned and tucked the pillow under her chin before looking back at the brunette and continuing. "Actually, it reminds me of my father." She murmured, her voice muffled by the pillow. The girl looked at her confused, but her eyebrows softened after a moment.

It wasn't that important, and the smell wasn't repulsive. It was just an association that reminded her of her father. Of when he would stay late in his study with the door closed, going over papers, cup after cup. She remembered opening the big wooden door when she was little and asking him to read to her, or put her to bed. But she always met with the same rejection, the same 'in a minute' or 'ask your mother'. In the end it was always Bambam, her older brother, who kissed her good night, because not even her own mother could take a minute out of her life to give her attention.

So, for Lisa, it was the smell of coffee and her mother's sweet perfume that brought back memories of her childhood.

Now the latter was repulsive to her.

"It's the same with me and whiskey." Jennie said, bringing Lisa back from her reverie. She looked at her sympathetically and took another sip before placing the cup on the nightstand and away from Lisa. Jennie's eyes remained distant, her fingers playing with the hem of her shorts. The blonde watched her for a moment, trying to read the expression on her face; she could practically see the gears turning.