Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 31

a girl has to study 😣 (frankly ive finished reading this so i forgot abt yall forgive me😭🙏🙏)

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Jennie

Maybe I was in shock. I wasn’t exactly sure. My eyes could still see, yet the world seemed to close around me. Darkness settled over us and everything seemed so far away. Blurry and so out of reach. My mind began to shut down, unwilling to process what just happened.

LIsa had wrapped her arms around me. She put me in the waiting car. She held me. She never let go. Not once. My body had seemed to give way, so weak. The world around me went on, blurry, and I watched it all in a daze, surrounded by a black void. I fell into a pit of nothingness.

I remembered the fire.

I remembered watching the estate crumbling down.

I remembered screaming…screaming until it felt as if my throat were bleeding from inside.

A lot happened afterward, but I couldn’t seem to focus on anything.

The end.

It was everything I had wanted.

Yet…

I wanted to escape, I wanted freedom—but not at the cost of my friend.

Oh God.

Nayeon.

I could hear her voice, her sweet voice. I could feel her. I saw her smile, heard her laughter. She reached out to me.

I ran faster, trying to hold on to her. She was so close…yet so far.

Nayeon, I screamed. Please don’t go.

My heart seized in agony. Our fingers touched, just the tips. It was a whisper of a touch, so light…and then I lost it. She faded into the darkness. I could hear my own screams. Raw. Loud. Agonized.

She was getting closer to the edge, and I ran toward her.

Don’t fall. Please.

“Nayeon!”

She smiled.

She reached out to me.

My hand lashed out, to try and hold her.

She fell.

NO!

My body went cold and my eyes snapped open. Shivering, I wrapped my arms around myself. Someone touched my cheek, and my gaze found her.

Lisa.

Her lips touched the corner of my mouth, so sweetly. I was on her lap, wrapped in her embrace. Yet I couldn’t feel warm. I was still so cold. Deep inside, there was a hollow pit. Endless and dark.

I looked up at her face, bruised and…sad. Her dark eyes, they held anguish. I cupped her face with my hands, and she leaned into my touch.

“I am sorry,” she said, once again.

She had said those words so many times already. Countless times. “I am so fucking sorry.”

“Will it bring back Nayeon?” I whispered through my dry, cracked lips.

Lisa flinched. I knew it hurt…like it hurt me. Our wounds were still new, still fresh…so deep, I wondered if we’d ever heal.

Her lips moved and her words shattered me again. “No.”

“Then don’t say you are sorry. Please. Just stop…saying…that. Stop.”

She nodded, a small heartbreaking nod. “Jennie, I did what I—”