CRYBABY

XXXVII- Revenge Is My Savior (finale)

Jennie

Time passed by, and it left me holding the little memories that were enchanted in my heart.

Lisa left this world- and left a broken-hearted me behind. A coincidence, it may seem to the others, but to me. It was only life lecturing me and my existence. And, I'm such a cry baby.

The girl who couldn't handle the departure of the ones I loved.

And for that, I feel the poison running in my blood.

I was blinded with hate.

I hated him.

He took her away.

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I walk into the fancy restaurant. Wearing the darkest dress— and the wicked lipstick. And there he was, staring at me with those eyes.

I covered the disgust with a fake smile.

"Woah, you actually finally gave in". He smiled and pulled me by my waist to sit in front of him.

"You saved me, I owe you, Eric". I lied.

He looked over at the menu and ordered food for us. "Are you in the mood for any drink?".

"Yes actually". He nodded and motioned for the waitress to come.

"Two glasses of wine".

I rolled my eyes secretly, 'boring'.

"So tell me, Jennie, do you like the restaurant so far?". He asked once the waitress came with our food and drinks. I nodded and leaned closer, whispering in his ear; "Of course baby".

He smirked and looked down at his phone.

I took one of the glasses of wine and moved it to my lap- just so he doesn't notice the way I pour the poison.

I placed the cup on the table again.

Watching him take a sip, took my every urge not to swat the glass away, yet he was the only way to revenge for the love of my life.

He tilted his cup higher, drinking the entire thing in one swig, and wiped the remaining red liquid from the bottom of his lips.

I wondered how long it would take to go into effect. I wondered how long it would take before he became dizzy and forgot where he was, or before his vision blurred together and his body went numb. Minutes? Hours? How will the occupants of the restaurant respond? I try to keep my thoughts off my face.

Everything seems to switch into slow motion. For a moment, I doubt myself. Did I poison the correct glass? His lips are moving but I do not hear a single thing, not even the piano player striking those ivory keys.

I watch those lips until I flit over to look at his eyes. Is this the last time I will ever see him? This is.

This is the only way I can live. A fair trade, one could say, one life for another.

His hand reaches across the table. Just his touch alone made me want to throw up.

Guilt is creeping into my gut. It takes all of my strength to withhold tears. He stands from the table and digs in his pocket to reveal a black box and falls to one knee.