R U mine? (JENLISA)

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The next morning, Lisa woke up laying on her living room rug, her eyes sore from crying and her throat parched. Her arms and neck also hurt from the awkward position she slept in.

Lisa sat up straight and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands but while rubbing it, her sight strayed to the bouquet laying next to her, and just like that, all the memories of what happened last night flooded her like a tsunami.

Lisa mindlessly stared at the flowers for a while before dragging her eyes away from them as she didn't want to start crying again but it seemed to be too late because just as she turned her head away, she felt a teardrop rolling down her face.

'Damn it! Why does it hurt so much?'

Lisa asked herself, trying to blink away the hot tears that brewed in her eyes.

She knew that she couldn't go to work looking like fifty miles of shitty highway and start crying all over the place, so she decided to call Rose and told her that she wouldn't be coming to work that day. But being the concerned friend Rosé was, she asked Lisa if anything was wrong.

Rosé knew her friend, she knew how much of a workaholic Lisa could be and if she called early in the morning to say she wouldn't be coming to work, then something was definitely wrong.

But instead of Lisa telling Rosé about what happened, she chose to keep it a secret for now. She didn't want to burden Rosé with her problems and just told her that she had a cold.

Lisa went to her bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She saw her face look like a tired mess, her eyes were red from all the crying and bags that had formed under them.

But despite how bad her face looked, it really wasn't something a little makeup couldn't fix but then again, what's the point? Makeup couldn't cover up the hurt she felt within her, could it?

Why was all this even happening? Why does her heartache like it just got crushed by a truck? The hurt feelings she was experiencing now couldn't be because she felt bad for rejecting Jennie. No, it couldn't be, she had rejected tons of people in the past so why was Jennie's case so different?

She missed Jennie and couldn't deny it. It had only been a few hours since their painful breakup but she already missed Jennie like crazy.

All she wanted was to hear Jennie's voice, the voice that could make anything sound sexy.

To hear Jennie saying her name as passionately as Jennie always did, to wrap Jennie's arms around her and hug her close, soothing her with the warmth of her body.

Fuck!

All these were supposed to be for the best, then why was it making her feel like shit?

Lisa turned on the tap of her bathroom sink and started rinsing her face with the rushing water. When she was done, she turned off the water and took a towel to dry off her wet face.

She then dragged her feet back to the living room and saw her phone and the bouquet still laying on the floor. She went to where they were, picked them up, and took them to her bedroom.

There was a total of four bedrooms in Lisa's apartment but she chose this particular one to be hers because it had a nice big balcony that she could have a beautiful view of the city from.