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

Six

Jennie wakes up already scared, her body trembling slightly, and it takes her a few minutes to realize that she's actually dreaming.

She's wearing the exact same outfit she wore the day before, the designer boots diving into abundant, wild grass.

Around her, thousands of trees stand almost threateningly, some taller than others, their branches intertwining a few meters above.

Jennie is scared.

Everything is wet, and the brunette has to look up to the sky to discover that, even if it's not raining per se, there is a cold drizzle falling from the dark clouds above.

Jennie takes a breath as she begins to take in her surroundings.

Wild flowers grow steadily around her feet and trace a path forwards that the brunette instinctively knows she has to follow.

She has to find someone.

She begins walking only to notice that her body weighs way more than it should, as if being taken aback by an invisible force.

Jennie doesn't stop for a second, not even when the slight uncomfortable feeling becomes a painful throb on her thigs and arms.

Not even when her chest starts to feel as if it was going to explode.

She keeps walking.

Jennie is scared of being too late.

The path becomes a bit confusing, daisies sprawled all over the place, some oak trees right in the middle of the way, but the brunette doesn't stop.

She knows what she wants.

She knows what she has to do.

An uncommon warm breeze begins to carry away the clouds hovering above.

She goes deeper and deeper, branches and thorns scratching the uncovered skin of her hands.

And suddenly, Jennie is facing a clear.

In the middle of it, a lean figure is sitting on a dead trunk, their back facing the brunette's relieved expression.

Jennie finally feels like breathing again.

As she takes a step forwards, the last clouds that covered the sun move away, and the light produced as a result is bright enough to blind her for a moment.

The figure stays still, or at least that's what the brunette thinks at first.

But as she tries to focus again, her eyes still closed, Jennie hears the soft sobs that scape from her companion's throat.

She feels like punched in the stomach.

This is her fault.

Jennie begins to walk to the figure desperately to provide some sort of comfort, the sunlight still merciless.

"I'm sorry", she says, her extended arm just a few meters away her companion, her feet way lighter than before.

"I'm sorry. Please, look at me".

She doesn't really know who she is talking to, but she knows that she needs to apologize.

She needs to make things better.

Jennie can suddenly smell the flowers around them.

Her fingertips press against a prominent shoulder, and the brunette is surprised at the both electrifying and soothing feeling the touch produces in her body.

The figure stays still for a minute, and Jennie thinks she is too late.

Her heart hurts.

"I'm sorry", she sobs.