Regrets [COMPLETED]

Chapter 48

Lisa sat alone in a corner in her house, the silence broken only by the occasional hum of the refrigerator. It had been two days since everything came crashing down—two days since her world turned upside down. She had waited for Jennie, hoping against hope that she would come home. But Jennie never did.

Empty beer bottles and half-eaten takeout containers littered the coffee table, remnants of Lisa's attempts to drown her sorrows and find some semblance of comfort. She stared at her phone, the screen cracked from when she had thrown it across the room in a fit of anger and despair. No missed calls, no messages. She felt utterly abandoned.

The confrontation had been brutal. Seulgi, and Bambam had shown up at her house, their faces a mixture of anger and hurt. Lisa had tried to explain, but the words had stuck in her throat, choked by guilt and shame.

Flashback

"How could you, Lisa?" Seulgi had shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I trusted you! I believed you could fix everything, but you only made things worse. Jennie trusted you, even knowing everything. And yet, what you did next was unforgivable."

Bambam had been quieter, but his disappointment was palpable. "We stood by you through everything. And this is how you repay us? You betrayed Jennie! You betrayed all of us!"

Lisa had stood there, taking it all in, feeling each accusation like a dagger to her heart. She had tried to speak, to apologize, but nothing she could say would make up for what she had done.

Present, Two Days Later

Lisa felt like a ghost in her own home, drifting aimlessly from room to room. She couldn't escape the memories of happier times, the laughter, the love. All of it seemed so distant now, tainted by her betrayal.

She walked to the bedroom, pausing at the doorway. The bed was still unmade, the sheets tangled from a restless night. She had barely slept, haunted by the look in Jennie's eyes when she had found out the truth. The hurt, the disbelief, the heartbreak—it was all etched into Lisa's mind, a constant reminder of her failure.

Lisa collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in Jennie's pillow. The scent of her shampoo lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what she had lost. She clutched the pillow tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm so sorry, Jennie," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'm so, so sorry."

The weight of her actions pressed down on her, suffocating her. She had thought she could handle the consequences, but the reality was far worse than she had imagined. She had lost Jennie, and with her, she had lost a part of herself.

Lisa's phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling her out of her thoughts. She reached for it, her heart pounding. Maybe it was Jennie, maybe she had finally reached out. But it was just a notification—a reminder that the world was still turning, even as hers was falling apart.

She opened her messages, scrolling through the unanswered texts she had sent to Jennie. Each one was a plea for forgiveness, a desperate attempt to make things right. But there had been no response. Jennie was gone, and Lisa had no one to blame but herself.

As the sun set outside, casting long shadows across the room, Lisa felt a sense of finality. She had made her choices, and now she had to live with the consequences. But living without Jennie was a reality she wasn't sure she could face.

Lisa closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to take her away from the pain, even if just for a little while. But the ache in her chest remained, a constant reminder of what she had lost. And in the silence of the house, she realized that waiting for Jennie was futile. She wasn't coming back.