LISA'S POV
"And that was the saddest story that I know. It's our story, Jennie." I sat in my wheelchair, telling Jennie, her grave rather, our story.
"I've waited for this day to come. Today is the day that I'll finally be with you... I didn't hurt myself just to speed up the time of our meeting because I know you wouldn't like that." I chuckled, which eventually turned into a cough. "I waited, Jennie. I waited for 60 years. I can feel God calling my name as I slept during the cold nights. I can see you in my dreams, asking me to take your hands and come with you." I coughed again.
"Ms. Manoban we should go home now." My caretaker, Yerim, called me. "That won't be necessary Yerim. Tell all my friends at the shelter that I said goodbye." I smiled. "What are you talking about Ms. Manoban..?" She started sobbing. "The day that I've been waiting for has come. I'll be with Jennie now." I smiled and looked up the sky.
"Lisa.." I looked down and saw her.. I saw Jennie, looking gorgeous as ever. "You aged beautifully, my Lisa. Do you want to come with me now? We'll dance and sing to every song as soon as we get there..." Jennie smiled and offered me her hand.
"I'd love to."
THE END
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