20. Guilt

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As promised. Hahaha. I'm so happy to see the girls today.

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Jennie’s Memory Vault

Blurry images flashed before me.

Then darkness engulfed me.

Now, I'm suddenly holding someone's hand.

I looked up to see whose hand was it.

But I got nothing.

Her face is blurry.

All I know is that her hands were soft and bigger than mine.

She's taller than me.

And I can say that she has blonde hair.

I wanna see her face, but it was just blurred, even though I'm exactly inches away before  her.

Her image faded.

I can no longer feel the warmth of her hand.

Then darkness swallowed me again.

This time I can see my younger self from afar, sitting on a bench with someone.

I could see my young self clearly but I couldn't recognize the face of the girl beside her as it was blurry, just like the woman earlier.

The woman I held hands with earlier has a common denominator with the person the younger me is talking to.

They're both blonde.

Maybe it’s the same person or maybe it's not.

Who knows?

My younger self seems to be enjoying the company of this stranger.

She's laughing.

I'm happy for her, as I can no longer do that now.

Darkness is what surrounds me again.

I see nothing.

But I heard a voice.

Too familiar yet unrecognizable voice.

“I like you, unnie. Not as friends, but romantically.” I heard a sweet soothing voice.

Who’s voice is this?

“The truth is.. I like you.. No.. Scratch that. I love you, Jennie. I loved you for god knows how long and I still do. And maybe I will forever do.” I heard the familiar voice once again.

Did she just confess to me twice?

I'm confused.

I don't know her.

But why is my heart beating like crazy?

Am I crazy?

Is it crazy for me to wish to hear her voice again?

Maybe I am crazy.




I snuggled closer to my large pillow that smells like vanilla. I can't remember having this really large pillow but it's comfy so I just shrugged my thought off.

I can feel sun rays touching my face.

I guess it’s already morning.

I opened my eyes and looked up.

I swear I saw a real life goddess.

Am I still dreaming?

I closed my eyes once again.

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