French Vanilla Latte [Completed]

Wouldn't Change You

*One Week Later* 

Dear Jisoo,

Kim Jisoo, Kim Jichu, My Dearest Pikachu Bestie... how did we even become friends? I was the abused, shy, 'baddie', while you were a happy, perfect, outgoing, beautiful butterfly. I was broken, you were whole. If I was was black, you were white. Yet we are still friends.

At least we were still friends.

I know you don't care about me anymore, I was stupid to think you did.

I was stupid to think a lot of things.

I was stupid to think my parents would accept me no matter what. I was stupid to think anyone could love me. I was stupid to think you could love me.

If you haven't figured it Jisoo, I love you. Not as a friend, or a sister. More like a girlfriend to be honest. The way you always know how to cheer me up, make me laugh, take away all my sadness. I haven't felt that in a while.

I love you, and you hate me. It's funny how the world works, right? This is (hopefully) my final goodbye Jisoo.

I love you.

Signed,                                                                                                                                                  Jen

"Jisoo Kim?" I heard the doctor say, and I rushed up.

"Yes, Doctor?" I asked eagerly, please, please don't make last week the final time I saw my Jen.

"Miss Kim lost a lot of blood, it's lucky you found her in time. She is not yet awake, but you may see her." He spoke monotonously as I sipped nervously from my tea.

I rushed into Jennie's room to see her pale face staring back at me. Seeing the cuts on her wrist took me back to the night I found her, last night. 

I opened the door to Jennie's house, hoping to surprise her. I set the snacks I had brought on the counter while I went to search for Jennie.

Living room? No.

Hallway? No.

Bedroom? No.

Closet?... no.

Oh! She must be in the bathroom. 

I waited outside the bathroom door for five minutes, I was starting to get worried. Suddenly I heard the sound of Jennie's body falling, and things crashing to the ground.

"Jennie!" I yelled, worried about my friend, my best friend, my crush.

Jennie was lying on the bathroom floor, her shampoo, body wash, makeup, toothbrush all scattered around her. But the most worrying part was the blood.

Coming from her wrists and thighs, pouring out like a river.

She couldn't make it out of this alive.

"But I did, "Jennie's faint voice said, and I wrapped my arms around her.

"I'ms so sorry Jennie, If I had never- I just- I love you so much and I can't- I don't even know." I took a moment to collect myself, before taking a deep breath a looking Jennie in the eyes. "Jendeukie, will you be my girlfriend?" I asked bravely, and she grinned.

"Yes! We are so dumb, we could have dated ages ago, to be honest," She said with a giggle. "I'm thirsty, is that tea?"

"Yeah," I replied while taking another sip. "It's actually much healthier than your french vanilla latte," I teased, and she took it out of my hands.

"Yummy!" She yelled in a childish voice, and I giggled along with her.

In that moment I knew, I loved her. Anything about it, I loved.

I wouldn't change her for the world.