(Completed Jenlisa)
Lisa and Jennie, have been in love with each other for so long as the courage comes out of the Thai, to propose to her girlfriend in front of everyone. Frustration creeps on Jennie as she finds herself falling out of love with he...
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Author's POV
"I just.. I don't love you anymore".
Seven words were capable enough in destroying Lisa. In making her blink in shock. She saw red in anger, blue in the sound of oceans, and orange in the dying sunlight.
She stared at Jennie hard.
But, this time.
She wasn't strong enough, she cried. Her pride and ego were telling her to back out, to quietly walk away, but she flinched hard when Jennie tried to touch her face, "Lisa..".
"Don't". She gulped hard, "Don't call a name you no longer love".
Jennie wasn't the strong one when it came to holding back her tears, but even the strongest soldiers of all, break. In this war, Lisa was the one who sacrificed her life for someone who wasn't strong enough for the fight.
Lisa shed every tear, "I should've known all this time. I.. Fuck, I was so fucking stupid. All the signs were there, but I assumed you would eventually be mature enough to face me". Every touch of Jennie's was like torture, spikes that she shoved away. She pushed Jennie away from her, "Where have I ever gone wrong?".
"Lisa, don't make this hard on me than it already is—".
"No, Jennie". The Thai angrily stared at her wife, "You're not the one who gets to fucking speak". She grabbed her keys, as Jennie pulled her wrist, in another attempt to stop her, a useless attempt.
"W-Where are you going?". Jennie's voice cracked in so much vulnerability, but Lisa avoided that, she spat before leaving, "I'm no longer staying in a place where I don't feel welcomed".
Jennie
3 Months Later.
Three months passed, and I haven't seen her face. Haven't felt her presence, her kisses, her hugs, haven't seen her smiles or heard her voice. Whenever I would pick up Ella from her grandma's, she would be gone before I'm there. Ella was living between two houses, ours and her grandma's. To not make it obvious that we aren't talking, often Ella would ask and Lisa would tell her that she needed to be focused at work and because her grandma's health was bad—that's why she left the house.
Only after all those months, did Lisa decide to come home.
Not for me. But, to get her clothes.
I rushed to her side as soon as she came into our room. She didn't even glance my way, a suitcase was held tightly as she opened it and laid it on the ground, her hand on the closet as she started to throw her clothes inside of it.
"Lisa". My voice barely came in a whisper.
"Lisa, please". I bit my bottom lip to not cry, "P-Please, listen to me".
Ignorance.
She ignored my attempts at making her speak to me. Her silence was dangerous, but I pulled at her jacket again, "Lisa, speak to me. You can't leave just like this".
"And says who?". That's the first thing that came out of her mouth.
"Lisa—".
"Kim". She gritted her teeth, "Don't test my patience or take me for a fool, nothing will change. I'm taking my clothes and leaving, whether you like it or not". She packed her clothes and started heading to the door but one question made her stop.
"What about Ella?".
Her body was tense like my question wasn't something she wanted to hear, with her back to me, she answered, "Ella will always be my daughter, we are going to have analogous time with her. She will be at her grandma's during weekends and vise versa". She sighed heavily before opening the door, throwing me one last glance.
Her tired eyes looked like they haven't slept for days, meeting mine. "Take care of her".
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Longing.
The one thing I've realized ever since she left, I've been longing for her. For her shoulder kisses, as I lay in this bed alone. I cried out, as it feels like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I didn't understand it. I accepted the fact that I've been falling out of love, but why does it hurt so bad?
Did you really fall out of love with the one good thing in your life?
My pain isn't shared alone, as Leo, her cat jumps into the bed—his eyes wide as he tilts his head curiously. Like he sensed my sadness, he purred when I patted his head like he was questioning the melancholy within me.
"Meow?".
"It hurts, Leo". I spoke to the cat, "I miss her so much".
"Meow". He moved closer and raised his paw, like a signature for me to stop crying.
I was now crying and laughing at the same time. A cat understood my sorrow more than anyone.
"I'm longing for your owner, Leo. But this me, self-sabotaging the good relationships in my life over my fears and insecurities. I've been ruin to her, and to me. God, she doesn't deserve this". I sniffed, "I didn't mean to start a war, all I wanted was to understand why I've been feeling this way..".
Yet, you shut her out, every time she asked you.
"I don't understand it. Why it felt like suffocation when all she wanted was to love and take care of me, of us, Leo". His eyes dilated at my words curiously as I spoke, "Some things never change, I guess. I'm such a fool".
"Meow meow". He moved his tail in authority.
"You think it will get better?".
His response was another meow as I laughed at him, "If you were able to speak, I bet, you would've been a wise one, Leo".
He meowed one more time before leaving me here, reminiscing over her.
