French Vanilla Latte [Completed]

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The girl walked up to the counter, same as always in her fall outfit. Black leather jacket, white v-neck t-shirt, black jeans, red converse. Light brown hair covered by a black beanie, makeup light but red lipstick bold as ever. No yellow.

Things had changed from the very beginning, the one without me, too. There were now cuts and bruises lining Jennies neck, collarbones, face. When she let her jacket fall down to her wrists, giving her arms room to breathe, you could see neat, red scars stacked in a row. Fresh.

I was dressed the same too. White apron, covering a white crop top, black leggings and black vans. Purple hair tied up in a messy bun, makeup light with pink lip stain as always. No yellow.

We didn't wear yellow anymore. Neither of us. It used to remind me of happiness. Not anymore, though.

"Hello," she said curtly. "French Vanilla Latte, please. With an espresso shot." There was no longer any warmth in Jennie Kim's voice. She just stared straight ahead, as if I wasn't even there. 

She didn't know why I cheated on her. SHe didn't know I was forced to by- nevermind. Seulgi and Irene made up, since Irene told Seulgi everything, but Jennie no longer talks to us. 

I handed her the drink. Nothing. I could see a smile on her face, just for a second at the name I had put 'Jennie-Bear' before she remembered what I had done.

"See you later, Jennie," I said faintly, and she spun on her heal and walked away... 

As if I wasn't even there.