Fleeting Flames - Jenna Ortega x Fem Reader

Part 28

As the days passed since the painful conversation, it became evident that this was no longer a decision you could postpone. You had made up your mind, though the weight of it crushed your chest with every passing moment.

Your suitcases lay open in the living room, half-filled with clothes that you knew you wouldn't wear in Miami's heat. Every item you packed seemed to add to the finality of the decision. You couldn't stop thinking about the heartbreak you saw in Jenna's eyes, the way she had begged you to stay, as if her life depended on it.

But you couldn't stay, not like this. Not when you felt like a ghost in your own life, existing only when she was around.

The sound of footsteps behind you made your heart skip a beat. You turned to see Jenna standing in the doorway, her arms folded over her chest, her face a mixture of frustration and sadness.

"Please don't do this," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "We can figure it out. I'll do anything. I just... I can't lose you."

You didn't have it in you to argue anymore. She had heard it all before. Instead, you just sighed, pausing in your packing as you met her eyes. "Jen, I've made up my mind. I can't stay here. Not like this."

"I know, but I... I need you to stay. Please, just give us more time. We've been through too much to just throw it all away." Her voice broke on the last words, and you felt the depth of her desperation.

She crossed the room to stand in front of you, gently taking your hands in hers. "We can make this work. I'll change my schedule. I'll do whatever it takes. I love you."

Your heart swelled with the words, the love she had given you, but it wasn't enough. You couldn't ask her to literally change her life for you.

"I love you too, but we need space, Jenna. I need to figure out what's next for me. You're right, we've been through a lot, but sometimes love isn't enough when the world around you is falling apart."

Jenna closed her eyes for a moment, swallowing back tears. "I don't want to lose you," she whispered.

"I don't either," you said softly.

She reached up, cupping your face in her hands, her eyes searching yours. "Then stay. Don't leave me." Her lips trembled as she spoke, but the resolve in her heart only seemed to grow stronger.

Before you could respond, she pulled you close, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was as urgent as it was tender. It was a kiss full of longing and desperation, as if this was the last chance you had to hold on to each other.

You didn't resist, letting yourself sink into it. Her hands roamed over your body as if memorizing every inch, every touch. When you pulled back, both of you breathless, you could see the raw emotion in her eyes.

"I can't stay," you whispered, your forehead resting against hers.

She kissed you again, harder this time, her body pressed to yours as if to keep you from slipping away. "I need you to stay," she said, her voice shaky. "Please."

Your lips met again in a frenzy of passion, the tension of the past few weeks unraveling in that moment. The love you had shared, the connection that had once felt so powerful, pulsed between you both as if it was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

The kiss grew more intense, more desperate, as if saying goodbye through touch, through skin. You let her guide you, and before long, you were both on the bed, tangled in each other, your hearts beating out of sync as you tried to hold on for just a little longer.

This wasn't a goodbye, not yet. It was something different, something that came from the deepest place in both of your hearts—a last desperate plea to hold on to the love that had defined you both.