After Dark

pink is the color of venom.

Notes:

I apologises if this oneshot will cringe the hell out of you because this genre is overrated and I have written in 2020-21, by that time yandere / psychopath Jennie was famous 😭

And I just want to lessen my drafts because, look:

Anyways, happy reading~!

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Lisa could remember the first time she met Jennie, a small thing back then before she shot up like a weed, dirty more often than not with pale skin scrubbed bright and pink in rainwater. It's rather apt, because a storm darkened sky was what Lisa had always seen or likened this fateful meeting to, picking up this stray, kitten of a girl which she never outgrew unlike the clothes she wore.

Despite the fighting in school that seemed to worsen when Lisa went off to college and Jennie was left behind ㅡ yes, this bad behavior aside, she always thought that Jennie had little actual bite. Lisa thought all of it as expected, after all her mother did take Jennie in from a father that seemed half dead on coke and beer. Oh, how she was wrong. Even the tiniest things can be horrifically, venomous.

Jennie was convinced that she was in love with Lisa for as long as she could remember them being together, and she hoped Lisa had felt the same as they witnessed each other grow and shared their most intimate secrets. As Jennie cried about Lisa having a lover someday and leaving her all alone, when Lisa would hold her so tightly that nothing existed but them in small reassurances. Jennie would smile.

But apparently, Lisa saw it as more familiar and Jennie who never had that kind of connection deep into childhood could think of nothing better than getting on her knees for Lisa and devoting herself to the younger girl. These dreams and fantasies became more frequent the older Jennie grew, waking up to wet sheets, daring a finger between her hot thighs and in her palm, she'd cry out Lisa's name. And each time she said it, even during normal day to day activities, it always felt so sinfully heavy and saccharine on her tongue. Her dreams no longer kept to those long nights and sweaty fits; she could see it as clear as day in real life too. Then Lisa was gone.

To fucking college, she said.

Probably messing around, just as she had started to do in high school, creating a gap between them that Jennie suddenly found herself desperately chasing. Developing finally to this large, cavernous ledge and at the precipice of her frustration she could never seem to make it to the other side, she may have well jumped into the abyss below. Sometimes she wanted to more than anything. The pit filling slowly with monsters of jealousy and greed, whispers and promises that she once heard from a younger girl that held her during thunderstorms.