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MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄💖
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Two weeks later…
Jennie POV.
I've been sitting on the side of my bed for an hour now, gazing through the window towards the sunlight. It's been a rough couple of weeks and I'm finally getting released from the hospital. I have a long way to go, but at least I know I'm not alone in this. Rosé has been here every single day and every time Jisoo or someone else came with her. I guess one thing about this accident made me realize how much everyone cared for me. I always thought that most of them just hung out with me because I was Rosé's best friend back then. That's the only good thing that came out of this whole fucked up coma thing though. I still can't read and I haven't even been trying. It's too embarrassing to have a nurse here trying to teach me how to read again. The first lesson I discovered that I also couldn't write anymore, which is probably logical. But still it felt like another punch in the stomach, an aftershock that dropped me back to a darker reality. A reality that's most of the time brightens because of Rosé though, but I see something in her behavior too that's not like her. She smiles, but it still seems misplaced sometimes. I wonder why that is, maybe she regrets being my girlfriend.. Maybe she -..
''Oh I thought you still had to get ready to leave.''
My mom's voice startled me and shook me out of the thoughts that were whirling around in my mind. I turned my head to see her leaning against the doorpost with a small smile on her lips. I could see her swallowing thickly and squeezing her eyes a little. Here we go again.
''O god, will you please cut the crying. Never knew you were such an emotional mess.'' I smiled teasingly.
Instead of laughing or rolling her eyes at me, a trait I probably learned from her, she sighed with a serious expression on her face. ''I know what you're doing hija.''
''As far as I know, I'm waiting for Rosé to take me home.''
''I know it's hard on you.'' She said and took a seat next to me on the bed.
I averted my gaze from her and looked back towards the window. ''I don't know what you're talking about.''
''You're seriously going to make me explain? You've been my daughter for twenty years now, don't you think I see or notice when you're worried about something.''
I shrugged and before I could do it again my mom rested her arm around my shoulders.
''Still don't know what you're talking about.'' I mumbled.
''You're using jokes and snarky comments to hide the fact that you're worried about something, or someone.'' My mom said softly. ''I know cause I did it all the time when I was your age. We're so much alike, I still don't know how your dad didn't go crazy with us.''
