Restart [Jenlisa]

Eighteen

THIRD POV

A tired girl, panting hard and out of breath, yet she didn't give up.

She ran and ran, looking for someone.

She was lost, confused, doubting, but she continued to run.

Then, she met the one she was looking for and time instantly slowed down as their eyes locked on one another.

The shorter girl started walking forward to the other.

Silence and sincerity filled the atmosphere.

Then suddenly...

PAK!

A loud slap was heard across the air from a girl who's eyes was about to burst any moment.

...............
*A FEW MOMENTS AGO*

Lisa's POV

I sighed as I took a shot.

"Ugh. Pathetic." I bitterly smiled at myself.

I felt pathetic of my ownself, remembering a while ago, so I drank one more shot.

Fuck it.

I rested my head on the table, tired and disappointed.

I've been drinking the past few hours, not caring about anything when I heard someone.

"Hey." A voice said.

I didn't mind it. Tf does she want???

"What? I don't want to talk to anyone go away." I said.

But then, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Wtf is wrong with this person??? So I looked to know who it was, angrily.

"Lol chill bro." She smiled at me then ordered 2 shots of tequila.

She was pretty but Jennie is an angel.

"So??" I asked her, annoyed.

"Just wanted to cheer you up dude." She once again tapped my shoulder, but now in a comforting way.

oh a dude. Okay.

"Wendy's the name." She said as she gave me one of the tequila shot.

Then, that started a friendship with both of us.

"Lol bro, you fucked up. As in BIG time." She said laughing at my story.

I laughed in pain, and drank another shot.

"Bro, you're liver will die if you keep drinking, you know." She told me as she looked at an empty bottle and empty shots.

"Haha might as well die, since she's probably happy with him." I joked, laughing.

Little did I know, those laugh slowly became tears.

"Fuck. She's happy with him." My voice broke as I remember what I saw a while ago, them laughing.

Tears started flowing down my cheeks and I started crying.

Shit.

My emotions were a mess, probably because I was getting tipsy.

I started laughing while crying, becoming crazy until Wendy slapped me.

"What the fuck dude?!?" I glared at her, as I stopped my tears.

I heard her sigh.

"But did she ever say that herself? Look dude, judging from your story, you haven't even heard from her." She said seriously, which struck me in my heart.

Fuck.

I couldn't argue.

She sighed again, "See?"

"What should I do bro?" I asked desperately out of sadness.

She pulled me up my chair and place her hands on my shoulder.

"Stop running." She said seriously, looking me at my eye.

"Then, find her." She added, making me feel determined.

"Fuck. Thank you bro!" I said as I ran away from the bar.

It was late night time, and I was tipsy, but not really. I started running.

But now I started running the opposite direction.

I started running back to fix my mistakes.

Running to find her again.