Chaennie one shots

Voicemail

English.

This story was made with the song The Black and White by The Band Camino in mind, please play the music while reading it.

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Jennie's POV

*beep beep*

"Hi, this is Rosie. If you receive this, please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

I was redirected to her voicemail for the nth time already.

What am I doing?

Lying down in bed with my phone in my hand, I pressed the lock button, ending the call without leaving anything behind.

It's been months, Jennie.

What do you still want?

I've been calling her for months, and every time that I do, my call keeps going into her voicemail. Maybe she already changed her number, or maybe she isn't around often.

Of course, she isn't.

She's now busy having fun.

I bit my lip harshly, holding back a tear that is impossible to do.

Not again, Jen.

The back of my hand found it's way to my lips, silencing the faint little sobs from escaping it.

Lying down in this shabby run-down apartment at 3 am with her on my mind is the worst way to kill me, emotionally.

The lamppost outside illuminated my small studio apartment, and all I could do was miss her, and wish that she was here with me.

This small piece of area used to be our safe haven, but now it was getting more and more unbearable to live in.

That used to be enough.

I used to be enough.

We used to be enough.

I miss her touch, I miss her body, and I miss her warmth lying next to me.

I wanna see those big brown eyes the first thing in the morning again, I wanna hear those soft giggles and loud laughs once more.

It was your fault, Jen.

Oh, of course it was.

It was me who pushed her away, it was me who acted too confidently. Told myself that i'm not gonna lose her no matter what I do, that she will stay beside me the way that I do.

But every person has their own limit, I hurt her, I hurt her as much as I loved her.

Sick, and twisted.

And now you're the only one that's crying, Jen.

Always thought that she can't live without me, the way that I can't live without her.

But I was wrong.

Now I'm hurting, and she's happy.