Blackpink Imagines

Ghosting: Lisa🌧️

Word Count: 949

As Lisa sat by the window, watching the raindrops cascade down the glass, her thoughts wandered to Y/n. She could feel their pain etched in every word, every strained attempt to shield her from the depth of their sorrow.

Y/n, curled up in their own world of grief, seemed both near and so far away. The distance between them was more profound than mere physical space. It was an emotional chasm that Lisa felt helpless to bridge.

She saw the struggle in their eyes, the silent tears that fell when they thought no one was watching. Every night, Y/n would try to conceal their anguish, to spare her from the weight of their pain. But Lisa sensed it all too keenly, like a symphony of sorrow playing in the quiet moments between their words.

It tore at her heart to witness Y/n crumbling under the weight of loss, yearning for someone she could never replace. Despite her love and unwavering support, she knew she couldn't fill the void left by the one they mourned so deeply.

In the dimly lit room, Lisa felt a sense of powerlessness. She longed to erase the agony etched on Y/n's face, to absorb their sorrow and offer solace. But some wounds couldn't be healed by mere presence or affection. Some grief demanded solitude, time, and the slow, arduous process of healing.

So, she sat by, a silent guardian, offering comfort in her quietude, understanding in her patient gaze. She couldn't take away Y/n's pain, but she could hold space for their sorrow, offering an anchor in the storm of emotions.

In those moments, Lisa realized that love wasn't always about fixing or mending. Sometimes, it was about standing steadfast in the face of someone's agony, allowing them to hurt, to grieve, and to heal at their own pace.

And so, she vowed to be there, a constant presence in Y/n's life, ready to offer support when they were ready to reach out, understanding that healing took time, and that her love was an unwavering beacon in their darkest moments.

In a moment of vulnerability, Y/n had poured her emotions into a letter, a heartfelt confession meant for eyes other than Lisa's. It was an inadvertent discovery—an unsealed envelope, its contents a testament to a love that lingered in Y/n's heart for someone no longer present.

Lisa, stumbling upon the letter by chance, felt a pang of guilt wash over her as she realized the depth of Y/n's enduring feelings. The words within carried the weight of unspoken sentiments, a testament to a love that had not faded despite the passing of time.

My Love,

It's been 156 days since you departed from this world, and every single day feels like an eternity without you. Lisa has been a pillar of support, trying so hard to fill the void you left behind. But oh, my heart aches in ways I can't even describe, for she's unable to replace the unique presence you've always had in my life.

I can feel her heart breaking alongside mine as I unintentionally distance myself from her. It's tearing us both apart, and the pain is unbearable. I love Lisa dearly, please know that, but the chasm you've left is vast, and no one else can quite fill it. She's aware of how much I still long for you, how I find myself drowning in tears every night since the cruel moment I learned you were no longer here with us.

I attempt to conceal my anguish, to shield Lisa from the full extent of my grief. I can't bear to burden her further, although I know she understands more than she lets on. Her patience and understanding are boundless, but I'm aware I'm asking for more than anyone should endure. She won't admit how much it hurts her to witness my pain, but I see it in the corners of her eyes, in the way she tries to be strong for me.

I yearn for your comforting presence, to hear your voice tell me that one favorite story you promised to share endlessly. I ache to feel your embrace, to have you by my side once more, but the cruel truth remains—you're gone, far beyond my reach.

I cling to the hope of seeing you again in my dreams, if only to catch a fleeting glimpse of your familiar face. I know, in time, I'll have to come to terms with your absence, to accept the harsh reality that you're no longer here. But please know, beyond any doubt, that I love you dearly, that I miss you beyond words, and I'm trying so desperately to find the strength to carry on.

Until we meet again, please watch over me.

With all my love,

Y/n

Reading Y/n's intimate thoughts meant for another shattered Lisa's heart into even smaller fragments. She understood the complexity of grief, the struggle to let go when the heart held on so tightly. Y/n's unwavering affection for the person in the letter was a poignant reminder of the lingering pain woven into their journey of healing.

As much as Lisa wished to erase the ache Y/n felt, she knew she couldn't erase the remnants of a love that had once bloomed so fervently. It was a delicate balance between wanting to offer comfort and respecting the depth of Y/n's emotions, even if it meant she couldn't fully fill the void left by the person in the letter.

The revelation stung, yet Lisa made a conscious effort to conceal her own heartbreak, understanding that Y/n's healing required tenderness and space. She carried the weight of this newfound knowledge in her heart, a silent witness to Y/n's ongoing struggle between holding on and letting go, all while offering her steadfast support in their shared present.