1st Lisoo FF (will be written alongside Jenlisa Stories)
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From promising to marry each other at a very young age to fulfilling everything together as years go by. Lisa and Jisoo were inseparable, bonded by adoration and a friendship that is equiv...
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Jisoo's Pov
There were days I remembered, fragments of the past that are particularly influential in who I am today. Memories I want to forget, yet unattachable to my strings. From time to time, the ripples trawl, withholding me to an afternoon setting, years back. The sun strikes through the window, the coffee aroma circulates in the air, a bell rings from my brother's bike, my mothers' daily routine of baking cupcakes, and my father who's instructing me to act. Amused that someone young as me could master the lines of his favorite movie.
An old camera recording, his laughs behind, and my shameless self who finds it fulfilling to gratify him. He was my mentor, director, and first-ever supporter. He was the one responsible for my love of theater. And I would not allow others' judgment to cloud my perspective, for his opinions only matter. Criticisms were useless against me, but once it was from my father, I'll take it with all seriousness.
To have a father, felt that the world is far safer. With him, it is guaranteed that nothing would ever hurt me. The things I fear are small compared to what he can do. I was this ball of sunshine, and he was the protector. With his words, there's nothing I can't conquer. When I forget to speak, he becomes my voice. When I fail to be heard, he will listen. And if I overlook, he will take a second glance.
He was there, every time I needed him... until he wasn't.
For my heart to be destroyed by someone who I least expected caused unimaginable pain. to the point, I question love itself. They say, the first man you will love is your father, and it was the truth. However, people often neglect the fact that they can be your crucial heartache.
When he chooses to leave us, me, for another, I swore to never welcome him again. Not even acknowledge his mere presence. The door he closed will remain shut forever. The daughter he abandoned, and the family he betrayed are now strangers.
It took me a while, a long while to accept that he's not coming back, he has no plan to. That he found happiness outside the home we built. But at times I can't help but think, how effortless for him to make another girl smile, while the first one who trusted him is on the brink of losing it all. Reminders of him were enough to send me into trenches where saving is nonviable.
(Before High School)
"It's family day tomorrow." It was my brother, who is as exhausted as I am. Worn-out from thinking if showing up tomorrow is useful.
The event is not applicable to us anymore, as far as I am concered. We are family, yet not completely a family. It will only bring us shame.
"I don't want to attend." I saw my mother placed her utensils down, hearing how I lack of enthusiam. I hope she won't see it as an act of rebellion. But a decision of a child that is longing for a fair ménage.
"If you won't, I'll stay here as well." was my brother's resort.
