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

Two

Jennie is lying sideways on a soft piece of fabric placed on top of tons of pale sand.

Just in front of her, the already golden sun is setting slowly, melting into the sky-blue mattress that extends beyond.

The sea is calm. Waves meet each other almost romantically, producing a sound that takes Jennie back to the time she used to spend at her grandmother's house, hours and hours swimming and letting the sun kiss her skin.

Besides Jennie, there's an almost-too-familiar warmth.

She can feel a slender arm embracing her waist lightly, with the solely purpose of reaching closure.

There is a light pressure on the side of her head, which Jennie supposes is produced by her companion's nose. When they nuzzle against Jennie's neck lovingly, her assumption is proved correct.

Jennie is absolutely content.

She feels the arm that was hugging her waist moving slowly, and Jennie almost whimpers in displeasure, but careful fingers running through her hair make her relax again.

Facing her, the sun keeps departing, the sky becoming a mixture of oranges and purples.

There is a sweet scent lingering in the air, mixing with the freshness of the sea, and Jennie just knows it belongs to the person that now has decided to trace their nose up and down Jennie's nape, making her heart flutter inexplicably.

Despite the beauty of the sight, Jennie closes her eyes.

She kind of feels like floating.

When her companion begins tracing the pad of their fingers softly against Jennie's hip, the sun is merely a shiny crescent.

Jennie's heart suddenly feels heavy.

She knows her dream is coming to an end.

She tries to turn around, she really tries, but her body stays stubbornly in the same position.

"Will I see you again?", Jennie can only ask.

A brief silence follows, but she's sure she hears her companion taking a short breath, preparing to finally speak.

Just when she's about to get an answer, the sun hides completely.

Everything turns yellow.

-

Jennie wakes up with a loud groan produced both by her alarm somehow ringing particularly loudly in the silent morning, and also by the annoying interruption of her dream.

She's unusually cold, and she discovers that at least two of her beloved blankets fell onto the floor during the night.

That means that besides her lovely dream, Jennie must have had at least one nightmare.

She frowns.

Jennie tries to shake it off as she takes her hand out of her soft fort to look for her phone placed on her night table.

She almost groans again as the frosty air makes contact with her skin, so she makes an extra effort and quickens her movements.

She checks her messages almost distractedly, the memory of her recent dream still lingering in her chest.

But her thoughts still as she reads her most recent notification.

Woojin <3

He texted.

Jennie needs to check on the notification at least twice in order to convince herself that her boyfriend had, indeed, texted her.

She takes a deep breath before opening the message.