Let me help you[JENSOO]

18[M]

When the family dinner was over, calm, except for a few sarcastic phrases from Jennie and her father, everyone scattered around the house, finding something to do. Mr. Kim disappeared into his office with Ella, discussing with her the details of some new case assigned to his police station. Jennie and Jisoo were in the living room, engaged in conversation with Mrs. Kim, whom Rose had sent to rest, relieved of cleaning the kitchen. In fact, Rose had a not entirely altruistic impulse, although it was not difficult for her to wash the dishes, but mostly she just hoped to be alone to collect her thoughts. Except Lisa clearly wasn't planning on leaving her alone.

The girl, who had not spoken a word all evening, also silently helped the blonde remove the dirty dishes from the table into the sink, and put the leftovers in containers and put them in the refrigerator. When Rose began to wash the dishes, Lisa sat down on a bar stool nearby, thoughtfully burning her with her gaze, which made Park, for the first time in a long time, feel especially awkward, constantly nervously squinting at the girl.

-I wanted to say thank you for asking Dylan to talk to me.- Lisa finally broke the oppressive silence. Her voice sounded unusually quiet and soft, so that Rose even turned around, turning off the faucet.

-You could have told him to go to hell.- Rose just shrugged her shoulders.- But in the end, you still went back to the office yourself and talked. You have nothing to thank me for, you did everything yourself.

-No.- Lisa shook her head desperately, impulsively getting up from her chair.

Yes, in the end, after sitting with the children, Lisa realized exactly what Dylan was trying to convey to her. There were only two main problems that surfaced in her mind. The first was Rose, sitting next to her, whose thoughts she had to figure out for herself. The second is her constantly haunting memories of the attack at the club. And if there was a chance that Dylan could help get rid of them, then why the hell couldn't she use it? After all, she had nothing to lose.: A strange city, an unfamiliar doctor, whom she would most likely never meet again. Whatever she thought of Dylan at first, but damn... After a psychotherapy session with him, she was ready to sell her soul to him. In some incomprehensible way, without doing anything at all, he was able to get right into her brain and sort everything out there, so that two hours later the girl felt much calmer and even agreed with the man about a new meeting.

But the main problem was still standing right in front of her, frowning, because Lisa had been silent for too long, lost in her thoughts.

-No.- Lisa repeated in a quieter and calmer voice, taking a small step towards Rose.- I have a lot to thank you for. You've done so many things for me lately, even though you didn't have to. You put up with all my whims, even though you could have just told me to go to hell.- Lisa didn't notice how she was almost right next to Rose.- And you were the only one who was there when I was falling apart... it was only because of you that I didn't fall apart.- The girl barely whispered the last words, without blinking, looking into the eyes opposite.

Hardly anyone had ever seen Rose so confused before. She didn't even seem to be breathing, completely focused on the girl and her words, forgetting to pull the usual mask of nonchalance over her face. At that moment, all her emotions were real, not fake. The trembling in her body was real. The heart bursting out of her chest was real. And Lisa. She was real too, hesitantly holding out a trembling palm and tremblingly touching Rose's cheek with it.

Lisa felt as if a weak current was piercing her palm, spreading energy throughout her body, so that the fingertips of her other hand burned. Her heart had never accelerated to such a speed in her life, hitting her chest with force, as if trying to break out. She faced the main problem she faced in her life, but at the same time, this girl was also the main salvation.