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

Ten

Jennie sits, head hung low, in a wooden bench in the middle of the night.

It's cold, and the moon is hidden behind heavy black clouds. The sky lights up for a moment, a single lighting soaring, powerful, but then everything is a shadow again.

There is almost no sound, only the even breathing of the figure of her dreams sitting beside her, the space between them gelid, almost unsurmountable.

Jennie feels like crying, but she can't. Her hands are shaking lightly and there is an emptiness in her chest so tangible, that if it wasn't for the palpitations that hammer loud in fear, she would think she lost her heart.

And her companion is there, sitting maybe too straight, their figure blurrier than ever.

Jennie struggles and struggles until she finds her own voice.

"You are mad at me".

No answer.

Another lighting crosses the sky.

Jennie closes her eyes. The faint light coming from the lonely lantern besides them flicker weakly.

It won't last long.

"I'm sorry".

There is a moment of silence, and Jennie is almost sure that the figure besides her is going to leave, to disappear in thin air and leave her alone, freezing in the darkness of the night.

But she's wrong.

"Why are you sorry, Jennie?"

The brunette feels sudden tears welling up in her eyes.

A thunder explodes, finally, making Jennie flinch in fear.

"I don't know. I don't want to hurt you".

The figure becomes a little clearer, soft eyes looking into Jennie's, swimming in concern.

"And you are okay with hurting yourself?"

Jennie blinks, utterly confused, a crushing feeling in her chest.

Another thunder.

"Jennie", the voice begins again, full of melting passion, "I just want you to be happy. But you keep hurting yourself, and I'm in pain if you are".

Jennie feels a soft hand squeezing hers tightly.

It doesn't hurt.

"Please, Jennie".

Another thunder rumbles, and suddenly, a rainfall begins to pour harshly, the faint light besides her fighting hopelessly against the impossible.

Jennie wants to apologize again, but the figure shakes their head almost frantically.

"Listen to me, Jen. You deserve to be happy. You do. Let yourself be happy".

The brunette feels somehow unsteady.

She feels as warm arms wrap themselves around her body, desperate, protective.

"Love", a voice murmurs against her ear.

The brunette hums, her hair, her clothes, her cheeks, her heart wet.

She hears soft sobs muffled against her shoulder.

No, no.

She watches in despair as the tiny light becomes fainter and fainter.

She hears a last thunder.

And everything turns jet black.

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Jennie wakes up already crying.