No One

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*Jennie P.O.V*

I was so embarrassed after Monday. After my moment with Jisoo, I had gone home and not left since. It was Wednesday.

I heard the door open, but I stayed where I was. On the couch, covered in so many blankets you couldn't make out the shape of my body, in the same pink sweatshirt and black shorts I had been dressed in ever since Monday.

What did it matter? A murderer could come in and kill me right now, I wouldn't even care. Maybe the door didn't even open, maybe I was just imagining it.

Just like I imagined the lingering stares, sparkling eyes, hints of flirting from Jisoo. She wouldn't love me. She probably hated me. To be honest, I wouldn't blame her.

Who would love a freak like me? Who would love the girl who wore all black, sneaked out for cigarettes when class became too much, who relied on people so much that she had to leave them? Who ran away from any strong feelings? Who left people the second things got too bad, or too good? Who wanted to love a girl who willingly ran away from happiness?

No one. Absolutely no one. 

Including me.


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