Meet Me When I'm Asleep

Chapter 40 - Unloved

Jennie's POV

Since we got on the plane, Lisa never stops talking about the memories she had and how her face blindness gone. Im not sure how possible is that, i don't have any idea in the field of medicine.

"Baby will you forget me in a month?" Lisa suddenly asked out nowhere while her lips are pouting.

"No of course not. Why are you asking?" I squint my eyes at her.

"What about six months?" she asked before taking my hand and place a kiss at the top of it.

"What's wrong with you? I'll not forget about you ever. Okay?" i chuckle at her sudden drama.

"What about a year? or two?" her voice was so low but with a hint of sadness, is she okay? was something bothering her?

"I'll never forget you Lisa okay?! i raise my eyebrows emphasizing at every words. She nods his head before saying "knock knock."

"What? Are you serious? Just a few moments ago you're overly dramatic...and don't show me that pout, i kn....."

"Knock knock!!" she insists.

"Lisa it's not t...."

"Knock knock!!"

"Fine!! Who's there!"

Lisa's face fell with a disappointed look "See you already forget me."

"WHAT THE ACTUAL F..!!"

"Sssshhhh!" hissed two of the old men behind us.

"Sorry," Lisa whispers. She got some of her chocolate candies and handed it to them. "Here, you guys can have these."

The old man willingly accepted the candies from Lisa and went back to her little nap.

"Sorry.." Lisa mumbled before pulling my face closer and the next thing i knew were making out fifty thousand feet above the sea level.

Lisa deepened the kiss and i unconsciously moaned when i realize her hands were resting on my tigh. At the back of my head, i was hoping she will move her hands a little higher but then she pulled away from the kiss. Her cheeks were tomato red while her lips were a little swollen.

"sorry." she muttered.

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After setting ourselves, our hands remained tangle as we went back to the topic earlier before her silly joke.

"I know why you're insisting that you're real."

"What?" Lisa asks in a softer tone.

"I know why you kept insisting that you were real," I repeated. "Whenever you dream, you don't know that you are dreaming, which is why you think it's real. Let's not forget about the fact that you don't even remember your dreams when you wake up. You were probably having those dreams the same time I was, which is the time you're under coma, that's why all you have now are flashbacks."

"You could totally replace that psychiatrist you had," Lisa muses. "You're so much better than her. She didn't even think I was real."

I chuckle whilst playing with her hair with my fingers. "I could take her job, huh? I experienced everything first hand. I should know better."

"It's absolutely insane that we share all these memories of things that didn't even actually happen," Lisa shakes her head in bewilderment. "It's almost as if we live in a fantasy world of some sort."

"I guess we underestimate life itself," I say. "It's been months and I still can't believe that actually happened to me."

"I still can't believe this happened to me," Lisa squeezes me tight. "I am enjoying every minute of it though."