MollyDQueen
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello readers! Given recent industry announcements, I want to be unequivocal: this is a fictional story. The "Jen" and "Lisa" and many others name in this tale are characters I've created for a narrative. They are not representations of the real-life idols. This is written for entertainment within the fan community. Thank you for understanding! Now, onto the story...
The world knew Jennie Ruby Jane.
They knew her in flashbulbs and filtered headlines, in airport candids & Chanel gowns. They knew her face-the one shewore like armor. Sharp, composed, impossible to read. The world watched her walk like a god through chaos, never faltering & falling.
No one ever saw her cry.
Except Lisa.And even then, only once.
It was the first night they met. The real meeting-not the polite nods at galas or the awkward backstage encounters where they'd exchanged pleasantries like strangers with matching burdens. No, this was different.
Jennie had collapsed. The body gives in before pride does.
Lisa, surgeon, CEO, controlled &composed even in crisis, had stood over her chart longer than necessary. She had read every word like it might bleed if she touched it wrong.
A global star with a history of insomnia, anemia, malnourishment. A body exhausted by performance. A name too big to break.
Jennie had woken up in Lisa's hospital. Lisa had been the first thing she saw.
And she hadn't spoken. Not for minutes. Just looked at her like she was something terrifying. Or maybe like she was safe. Lisa wasn't sure which was worse.
They barely spoke that first week.But something passed between them in every pause. Not tension. Not attraction. Not yet. Just something too loud to name.
Lisa learned quickly that Jennie never asked for help. That she hated vulnerability more than pain. That her smile was often a warning.