I wanted you to stay (but you are always leaving)

One

Jennie is sitting on the grass, leaning against a soft figure whose warmth seems to envelop her entire body.

There are lean arms securely wrapped around her waist, filling her with a calm she's not sure she has ever felt.

There are a few trees around her, pink and purple flowers blooming between emerald leaves.

She has never seen trees like those before.

She feels a soft breath tickling the skin of her neck, lovely, making her shiver just lightly.

She's not cold.

The sun is coating the skin that her t-shirt and shorts reveal tenderly, the sky above gradually changing its light blue for faint tones of purple.

Jennie doesn't move.

She is tempted to turn her head around, itching to find out the identity of the person who's making her feel so serene, so full.

She discovers quickly that she can't.

She orders her body again and again, but her attempts are useless.

She knows that she should be worried.

But the purples are getting deeper, marvelous, and the arms around her body tighten just a bit, Jennie's heart warming up suddenly.

She looks towards the horizon and thinks.

This warmth...

It's not her boyfriend.

The thought almost makes her frown.

Almost, because her mind is clouded with pure satisfaction, too elated to be bothered.

She wants to feel guilty, and she almost manages to do so, a light uncomfortable feeling attempting to settle in the middle of her chest.

But it doesn't last long.

The person who embraces her decides to snuggle the tip of their nose in her neck, leaving feathery traces that makes the brunette close her eyes unconsciously.

Jennie feels the sudden urge to purr, and she's not too sure she's not doing so at the moment.

It's so, so good.

It's perfect.

She really wants to turn around and see who's making her feel so much bliss.

But suddenly, deep purple expands and consumes everything.

-

Jennie wakes up startled, her heart beating at an abnormal rate.

Saying that she's confused would be an understatement.

The soft, thick blankets on the bed cover her body reaching past her shoulders, but she feels an uncomfortable cold breeze that makes her frown deeply.

The memory of her recent dream is still clear in her head: the warmth, the sun, the velvety feeling against her neck.

It should be strange. She knows.

But it isn't.

Jennie is abruptly brought back to reality by a loud ring that makes her frown immediately.

She reaches out with her left hand to tentatively look for her phone on the top of the night table. She struggles for a bit before grasping the device.

Jennie answers the call almost unwillingly. She is starting to feel a bit warmer.

"Hello, Jendeukie", a raspy voice greets her. Jennie scrunches her nose. "I'm just calling to tell you that I'm sure you didn't forget that we agreed on having breakfast outside in fifteen".