Jenlisa Oneshots

you're one of the few things (that i'm sure of)

Some mornings, before she was fully awake, she still reached across the bed to pull Jennie closer, like maybe she had just rolled over in her sleep and a gentle tug could draw her back. She would reach back with her eyes still closed... and jerk awake when her questing fingers found only emptiness beside her. Her heart would slam against her breastbone as she tried and failed to process the absence as anything other than a sure sign that something was Very Wrong.

And then she would remember.

And then she would cry.

Every. Damn. Time.

Jennie was gone. She was gone, and she was never coming back. And it was her fault.

—

"You could have called," Jennie snapped. "You could have at least texted to say you weren't coming, instead of just—"

"You could have called, too!" Lisa snapped back. "This isn't a one way street!" She went to the kitchen and realized that that was where she kept the painkiller in her place, and stomped to the bathroom instead, jerking open the medicine cabinet so hard that several bottles toppled out, rattling into the sink. She grabbed the one she was looking for and popped open the cap, dumping some into her palm and then shoving them into her mouth without even bothering to count. She swallowed them with a few gulps of water and then leaned on the edge of the sink, eyes closed, waiting for them to kick in even though she knew it would be at least 15 minutes, and maybe more.

"You promised you would be there," Jennie said, having appeared in the doorway seemingly out of nowhere, but maybe she'd been there all along.

"I didn't promise," Lisa said. "I said I would try."

"No, you didn't," Jennie said. "You promised. You said this time you would be there. Absolutely. There was no way you would miss it."

Had she? She couldn't even remember, and god, her fucking head hurt. "Look, Jen." And Jennie looked, looked straight into her eyes... through the reflection in the mirror. Which felt like some kind of metaphor. "I got caught up, okay? Deadlines are deadlines and they don't go away just because—"

"Just because your girlfriend has something important that she wants you to be present for? Just because for once she wants you to be the one to compromise, to give? Just because you fucking promised her you would be there?"

"It's not even that big of a deal!" Lisa said, finally turning around to look Jennie full in the face. "It's just one painting!"

Jennie looked like she'd been slapped, and then slowly her face went still and blank. "You need to go," she said. "You need to go home."

"Yeah," Lisa said. "I guess I do." She hadn't even taken off her coat.

"And you need to not come back," Jennie said.

Lisa blinked. "You're... breaking up with me?"

"I guess I am," Jennie said, with a shrug. Dismissive. Nonchalant. "It's not even that big of a deal," she added. "It's just one year."

—

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, and Lisa swatted at it, trying to make it stop. It was too early. It couldn't be morning yet, couldn't be time to wake up and face another day working a job that she was supposed to love.

She'd fallen asleep on the couch again, fully-clothed. She still had her jacket on, for fuck's sake, and apparently she hadn't even bothered to turn on the lights before collapsing. Or maybe she'd turned them on and turned the back off again? She didn't know. She couldn't remember. She felt hungover, but she hadn't been drunk. Of that she was sure, because she didn't drink anymore. Not since...