LATE NIGHT TALKING (READERXJENNIE)

22.

Jennie cried for the first couple of days, after the fact.

Didn't leave her room.

Terrible company for the girls.

According to Lisa, they should do a girls trip out of the country, which is something that she declares loudly at breakfast, every time she comes inside Jennie's room, to eat on her bed.

They're all worried about her, Jennie can see it in the way they move around her, as if one wrong look, and she'd unravel completely. How they frown when they watch her, how - like right now - Lisa picks at her nail mindlessly while she's next to her.

Jennie's not speaking, not really. Not eating, not singing, or writing. Just sleeping and drinking.

Jennie's mourning, absolutely. For Y/n. For herself. For them.

She shouldn't have had met with Y/n that night, Jennie thinks. The finality of them, all but strips her away for the world, makes the edges of love feel all sharp and dangerous.

Jennie remembers that point after Y/n lets go of those words, when Jennie's face fall , and her mouth goes slack, that Y/n might have just actually ripped out her heart from her chest - quite melodramatic, she knows.

Jennie had this passing thought, just as her driver drops her off, thinks that maybe love comes as it so often does, and love leaves when it inevitably has to.

"Are you okay?" Lisa asks, as she Jumps to her bed, two weeks after the events with Y/n.

Jennie rolls in towards her, pulling her blanket snug around her shoulders. "No." She says.

Lisa throws her a look, before climbing out of her bed, only for her to return moments after, a bottle of rosé in hand, along with two glasses.

"Wanna talk about it?" Lisa smiles and hands her a glass of rosé.

"Yeah." Jennie sniffs, flashing her a weak smile.

"Okay," Lisa nods at her, sitting up. Jennie sighs, and shakes her head. "- but you, uhh, can't?"

Jennie nods once, and Lisa nods back, knocking down her drink after.

"Right, well - is it that bad, Nini?"

Jennie purses her lips together. "I... yeah, i think so."

"Are you okay? Like, are you hurt?" Lisa clarifies.

"Indirectly? Maybe directly as well."

Lisa sighs, reaches over and picks some lint off Jennie's sweater. They sat like that for a few seconds, kind of lost in someway, like their conversation eludes them.

"I'm sorry." Lisa grimaces. She means it.

Jennie's eyes go teary again. "Me too."

Lisa rubs her cheek, as she takes in small sips from her drink. "Could you tell me just, I don't know, maybe some of it? How can I help? You look like shit."

Jennie sniffs a tired laugh.

"You really do. It's so weird." Lisa shakes her head. "So unnatural. I hate it. Can I brush your hair? It looks like a bird's nest - "

"Lalisa!" Jennie says, smacking her with a pillow and the other laughs.

Jennie repositions herself, hugging her knees, placing her chin on top. "I think I'm not easy to love."