Oceans And Engines (2)

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Atlantis Part 2

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Jennie's Pov

If there's one thing I could not outgrow, it's her. The woman who made me believe in myself by having faith in me. She was the anchor of my sailing ship, the one who was willing to hold my weight, to let me rest from exploring the oceans. The person who taught me how to stop when things become heavy. She was no superman, no hero, but she saved me.

I never saw her leaving, I saw her tired, exhausted, burned out, but never quitted. She gave me what the world can't, and that was acceptance. But I was too blind, I was running for a dream, that she got left behind.

Never I think I will have more distance on the bed, a bigger place for my clothes, a wider table, an empty shelf. Because she was always there to fill the space.

She didn't give up, I made her die off.

"Miss Kim, here-"

"Jennie we love you-"

"You're the best Jennie-"

"One more pose miss-"

The flashing cameras were directed at me, capturing every move I do. Every smile I give, every look I throw. They were all on me. Watching me, praising me, following me.

I finally reached it, the line that I always come after. The first spot, where I can make the world fall in love with me. All the years inside the training room had paid.

And it wasn't only paid by my time, because it had caused me everything. I made my parents proud, the people who knew me, and congratulate me, and I gained people who appreciates the works I produced.

I thought happiness will be my price. It turns out that happiness was once on my side and I took the wrong direction.

I never found happiness in the place where I stand now. There is no glee in being everyone's idol.

And it still pains me that I could have the best life if I just-

Chose her

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-6 years ago-

My tears won't stop as the door shuts. My heart was pounding hard as the beat of the drums. The sobs and whimpers were louder than the blaring horns and shouts of the city. Why did I say that? What I have done.

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