Wait for me to come Home

Chapter 62

The next day the press got ahold of the story. It was all over the news, and someone had made the connection between Jennie and Lisa, taking the story away from the tragic deaths of fifteen people and twisting into a tragic love story. Jennie stayed in bed, which meant that she didn't see it, but everyone else was furious as they sat around the dinner table – the couches were still stuffed in Jennie's room.

At lunchtime, Yuri and Rosé walked into the bedroom Jennie was staying in, and Yuri sat down on the edge of the bed while Rosé crawled into bed next to Jennie. Propping herself up on the pillows, Jennie accepted the cup of tea that Yuri held out to her and her eyes fell on the envelope in Yuri's hand.

"We need to talk," Yuri said, choking on the words as she struggled to get them out. "Sh-she doesn't have a-a body, we can't know for sure... all they have are h-her tags, but we have to assume... so we need... w-we need to make arrangements. We need closure."

"I can't," Jennie said, covering her mouth with a shaking hand. She felt like she was going to be sick at the thought of Lisa having a funeral – she couldn't say goodbye to her, and even if she wouldn't admit it, a small part of her was hoping it was all a big misunderstanding. "Excuse me."

Jennie jumped up and ran to the nearest bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before she collapsed to her knees and vomited up what little food was in her stomach. A moment later she felt reassuring hands pull her hair out of her face and rub her back. Yuri made soothing noises as Jennie cried and was sick again. Sitting up, Jennie ran the sink tap and rinsed her mouth out before wiping it with the nearest hand towel. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face Yuri and reached out for her hand, holding onto it like a lifeline as they walked back to the bedroom.

"I-I know it's hard," Yuri said, guiding Jennie back onto the bed. "We need to read her will. To see what sh-she wanted. I-, she would want your input." Tears streamed down Jennie's face as she silently cried. Yuri handed the envelope to Rosé, who pushed her mom's hand away, refusing to accept it.

"I can't," Rosé argued, her voice thick with emotion. "It's barely been a-a week, mom. I can't-, it's too soon."

"Rosé, we have to. Y-you're the executor, she wanted you to do this. We need to plan h-her funeral. She-, we have to do this... for her," Yuri argued. "We can do it quickly; I-I want to do it next week."

"NEXT WEEK?" Rosé yelled, sitting up slightly. "SHE'S NOT EVEN GONE TWO WEEKS AND YOU WANT TO PUT AN EMPTY BOX IN THE GROUND? HOW IS THAT GOING TO HELP, MOM?"

"Rosé, please. We can't live like- like this!" Yuri told her. "We h-have to sort through her things. Respect her la-last wishes and give her what she d-deserves."

"SHE DIDN'T FUCKING DESERVE THIS!" Rosé roared, gesturing wildly with her arms. "She was better than all of us! She should be coming home next week, not being remembered because we don't even have a fucking body to say goodbye to! I won't be a part of this." She stood up and stormed out of the room, leaving Yuri holding the envelope in her hand.

"Open it," Jennie croaked, and Yuri looked up at her. She held the envelope out to Jennie, and that was when Jennie realized that Yuri couldn't do this. She couldn't read her daughter's last wishes aloud and make these plans alone. Taking the envelope with shaking fingers, Jennie carefully opened it and took out the will. Reading over it, Jennie took in what Lisa had left them all and what she'd planned for her funeral.

"She wants to be buried in Midvale, next to Eunhyuk," Jennie whispered, tears spilling over.

"Midvale?" Yuri echoed, looking puzzled.