A/N: Cos I still haven't got over how much I miss her
"As you all know, there have been rumours I'm going to be moving to America." Jen began, "They're all true. I"m so grateful for what this club has done for me the past 15 years, but I need to move on."
I looked up from my staring spot on the table with betrayal in my eyes.
"It hasn't been fully confirmed yet, and I might not go, but I thought in case it does, you all deserve to know, and I should thank the club for everything they have done. The way I'm heading is that I will most likely be going, though."
I didn't have to hear any more, I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes. Jen was here when I moved from Spain and could hardly speak English. She was always here. She can't leave. I quickly stood up and left the room, not being able to hear any more of what she had to say.
Was everything she said a lie? Jen always told me she would never leave. She wouldn't go back on her word, would she?
I walked out the training ground, ignoring my car and the set of footsteps that were following behind me.
By the time I finished walking, I was in a secluded park that no one went to. I go here sometimes to collect my thoughts. It was one of the first places I found here in England.
"I knew you would go here." I heard a voice say to my right, "It was the first place we found when we went exploring. It was your second day in England, the first being you settling in."
"You wanted me to take it easy other than in training for a week or so to get used to being here but I was adamant I wanted to explore and this is the first place I found, the first place we went together really." I finished.
"You could hardly speak English, I think all you knew what to say is hi, so I was using google Translate in an attempt to learn some Spanish while talking to you." We both let out a small chuckle as i slowly turned to look at her.
Jens is perfect. She is amazing, everyone loves her, and Arsenal can't get enough of her. How could she even remotely think about leaving? We need her. I need her.
"I know you're portably thinking about why I'm considering leaving. What's left here for me (Y/n/n), give me one good reason."
"We're all here, Jen, and we need you. I need you for gods sake. Why can't you understand that?" I asked, beginning to raise my voice as new tears began making their way out of my eyes.
"Maybe Arsenal isn't the home I need anymore." Jen whispered as she brought her hand up to my face, wiping the stray tears with her thumb.
"You promised me you'd always be here." I say, my Spanish accent getting increasingly worse as I got more upset.
"(Y/n/n) it's not that simple..." Jenny began but quickly trailed off.
"Like hell it is!" I shouted, the sadness and anger making it harder for me to keep calm. "You promised me when we got together you would never leave. Now, what are you doing? Leaving for god sake. Why aren't I enough for you!" I shouted, getting a couple of words mixed up with Spanish more often.
"(Y/n/n) It isn't even decided yet! I get you sad, okay, but I need to think about it, at least. I also need you to calm down because soon you go full Spanish and I can't understand a word, and personally, I don't want to use google Translate. We've come a long way since then." Jen said, changing her tone from angry at the beginning to soft and understanding at the end, even adding a couple of jokes about Spanish on the way.
We slowly made our way home in silence after sitting in silence for a while. It seems to be the new trend. Silence.
Once we got back, I ignored the looks she was giving me and immediately went up to our room and got into bed, and shoved a pillow over my head.
After around 10 minutes of me moping, I heard the door open, which was followed by the bed dipping next to me. I then felt Jens' arm sneak around my body and bring me closer to her.
"Are you actually going to leave?" I ask in Spanish after forgetting half the English words.
"I don't think so, no. You're here like you said, you're all I need but I have to consider it. It's like asking you if Barcelona were interested in you, would you not consider it?"
"No. I've already played there and lived there for 20 years before moving here. You're here too, which is a plus." I whisper, snuggling into her. "I get it, though. You need to do what you need to for your career."
"I love you (Y/n/n), but I know what I can't do. That's leave you. I need to stay here. I can't leave you or the others. After all, Arsenal is my home."
"I love you too." I paused. "Jenny."
"Whats up?"
"That's for keeping your promise."
A/n: I think I gave myself emotional damage writing this. Jenny, I miss you and would still cause 9/11 anyone can help. Also, this is the ending we should've gotten for Jen.
Overall, I think we can agree that Jenny is one of the definitions of 'Once a gooner, always a gooner.''"
