These past few days, Jisoo is doing the same routine. Waking up, seeing a food placed on the dining table and Jennie with her gummy smile. But she always ignores her as if she doesn't exist.
Does she feel guilty for doing it?
Jisoo would tell a lie if she answered yes.
After Jennie would leave her house, she'll sneakily taste what was served. The first three dishes were horrible but these days it keeps on tasting better. There's improvement.
Maybe the food was take out.
Jisoo is now slowly accepting that her mom passed away but still want to isolate herself in her room.
As she was lying on her bed, she saw a phone at the bedside table.
"Fuck this disease, why can't I remember some of my memories?"
She grabbed the phone which she assumed was hers.
"So, the girl was telling the truth when she said she was my girlfriend? Uh, that means me and uhhh broke up?"
The wallpaper of her phone was a picture of her and Jennie, being lovey dovey.
Somehow, guilt is creeping her. But was she at fault for not remembering her? No. Blame it to alzheimer's.
Whenever she tries to remember, her head hurts like hell.
She was about to go to the gallery section of her phone but decided not to.
After that, Jisoo stood up and went to her closet, getting a comfy clothes and that suitable for strolling.
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"Simmer it for 5 minutes." The chef said.
Because of her bad cooking skill, Jennie decided to take a private lesson with a chef. She's willing to learn for Jisoo.
Their session was interrupted when she heard her phone was ringing.
The caller is Mr. Kim, she pick it up immediately.
"Okay, uncle. I'll be right there." She said.
She took off her apron and excused herself.
"Something came up, chef. I'm sorry. I have to go." Jennie said.
"I bet it's important. Go ahead, kid."
The girl went to her car and drive as fast as she could.
YOU ARE READING
it's me; jensoo
Fanfiction"who are you?", said Jisoo. "it's me", Jennie blinked and a tear fell in her eye.
