Jenlisa Smuts

Comfort Me

Jennie.

My heart is utterly shattered, as if a whirlwind of emotions has ripped away every piece of happiness that once dwelled within it. The previous week, the love of my life, Irene, uttered the damned words that echoed in my mind like a painful refrain. Without warning, she put an end to our three-year relationship with an excuse that resonates in my mind as a cruel mockery.

The relationship with Irene displayed clear cracks over time. The kisses, once a natural expression of love, had significantly dwindled in recent months, leaving a sense of lacking passion and intimacy. The absence of flowers and small gestures of affection that used to be commonplace in our relationship contributed to an atmosphere of distance and disconnection. Irene's concern had gradually faded, and the lack of emotional support and meaningful conversations made me feel increasingly lonely and neglected.

Despite the signs of deterioration in our relationship with Irene, I had held onto the hope that this difficult phase was temporary. I wanted to believe that, with time, things would improve between us. I attributed the decrease in kisses, the lack of romantic gestures, and Irene's apparent indifference to a possible rough patch she was going through, like a storm that would pass to make way for sunnier days.

I thought Irene, like anyone else, could be dealing with personal issues or stress in her life, which might have affected our relationship. I imagined that once we overcame those obstacles, we could return to the loving routine we had enjoyed before. I longed for the return of the times when we shared intimate moments, surprised each other with small gestures, and offered unconditional support to one another.

But for my damn luck, it wasn't meant to be...

The justification she came up with to tell me, such a fragile and stupid reason. "It's not the same anymore," she said, as if our laughter, our trust, and shared moments could be reduced to a simple phrase. "I felt the need to explore other possibilities," she added, as if my love wasn't enough to satisfy her thirst for new experiences.

My soul twists in agony, a knot of contradictory feelings struggling to make sense of this abrupt separation. My love for her, a burning fire that still consumes my being, clashes with the cold tear her decision has caused within me.

So many mornings I woke up regretful, wondering if I had done the right thing by sharing my life with her.

Omniscient Narrator.

Sana had noticed how her friend Jennie was engulfed in overwhelming sadness after her breakup with Irene. Jennie had shared with Sana the painful details of the past relationship and how Irene had acted hurtful and selfishly. Sana was deeply concerned about the emotional impact this was having on Jennie and wanted to find a way to help her temporarily overcome the storm of negative feelings surrounding her.

Sana proposed an idea that had been brewing in her mind: a girls' night out at a club she knew well. She explained that the fun atmosphere, lively music, and the company of good friends could be a good distraction for Jennie's wounded heart. After a moment of reflection, Jennie finally agreed. The idea of escaping for a night from her painful emotions was more than appealing, considering she had thrown her own life out the window since she had last spoken to Irene. Sana and Rosé took care of all the details, ensuring that the girls' night out was exactly what Jennie needed: a momentary escape from the pain that had been haunting her.

Determined to leave behind the days of sadness and regain her confidence, Jennie faced the mirror boldly. In her room, she had chosen a black Chanel dress that clung perfectly to her curves, enhancing her figure with a touch of elegance and sensuality. Carefully, she applied makeup, accentuating her eyes with a soft smokey look and enhancing her lips with a subtly bold shade. Around her neck and wrists, she adorned herself with some carefully chosen jewelry to complement her look.