Golden Girl | Chaelisa

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Lisa has an important decision to make. Vanilla or chocolate ice cream? Fries or burgers? Which unhealthy, calorie-filled food should she choose to plug her empty, broken heart with?

Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?

Fries or burgers?

Both?

Both.

Lisa swipes all the items off the shelves, getting a couple extra bags of chips along her way to the cashier. It's been a week since Taehyung left (broke up with her, dumped her, ditched her) and she is pretty sure she hasn't eaten a single vegetable in any of those seven days. Or had any water. She lives off of soda and melted ice cream now and that is... perfectly fine. It's fine. She's fine.

"Back again, Lisa?" Larry, the cashier, greets as she gets to the front of the store. He grins at her.

She doesn't grin back.

"Just tell me how much it costs, Larry." So, Lisa is on a first name basis with the guy from the gas station. It's not that bad. Again, it's fine.

"That'll be nine dollars and fifty-seven cents."

Lisa digs into her pocket for the money. She has to push past several candy bar wrappers, rolled up and stuffed in the back of her pockets. It takes a second, but she eventually finds the dollars.

She slaps a ten dollar bill onto the counter and swipes her bag off it. "Keep the change."

"Have a good day!" Larry calls.

Yeah, yeah, Lisa thinks, bitterly, fuck you Larry.

Her brain isn't any more pleasant during the walk home, spewing out mental insults and swears at any innocent passerby. Lisa even begins to get angry at random, inanimate objects. At one point, she stops to glare down and cuss out a piece of plastic on the street before not so calmly putting it in a nearby trash can. Okay, maybe things are not fine. Maybe Lisa has lost it, just a little, but it's justified, isn't it?

Her boyfriend of fucking forever picked up and left without a warning, just left a stupid letter that does absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things.

He could have talked to her.

He could have stayed.

He could have given a shit or had the basic human decency to at least end things in person.

Fuck Kim Taehyung.

When Lisa gets back to her house, she pushes past her Aunt Jieun and locks herself in the garage — her only safe space.

It's not hard to slump to the floor and cuddle up to her precious snacks, peeling open all of the packages with the utmost care and attention. It's not hard to wolf down those cheap, frozen fries from the gas station or to sip the melted vanilla goodness right out of the carton like it's water. It's not hard to fill up her stomach with anything and everything she bought, because at least food is not going to leave her.

Ugh.

It is getting kind of hard to move after downing so much dairy in one sitting. Maybe she should slow down on that...

"Lisa!" Someone starts to pound on the garage door. If she listens closely, Lisa can tell that it's Jennie.

Double ugh. Lisa doesn't want anyone to see her like this. She stays quiet, crouching down a bit more. Why can't the world leave her alone for five seconds?