Our Unfinished Symphony

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🌙 Epilogue

The university courtyard was silent that morning, though the cherry blossoms had begun to bloom. Jennie stood beneath the old tree, her hands trembling around a folded note - the last words Lisa had left her.

The handwriting was uneven, but the message was clear:
"Don't cry for me, Jennie. Loving you was enough. You gave me more than the world ever did. Please, live beautifully - for the both of us."

Tears blurred Jennie's vision. She had spent so long pushing Lisa away, calling her persistent, annoying, foolish - only to realize, when it was too late, that Lisa had loved her with every fragile heartbeat.

A soft breeze carried the blossoms across the bench where Lisa once sat every morning, waiting with that stubborn smile Jennie used to roll her eyes at. Now she would give anything just to see it again.

Her lips quivered as she whispered Lisa's name. Not in annoyance. Not in rejection. But in love - raw and aching. Yet the girl who carried poverty, illness, and hope in her fragile heart was no longer there to hear it.

Jennie sank onto the bench, pressing a hand against the spot beside her, as if she could still feel Lisa sitting there. She closed her eyes and remembered - the laughter, the light in her eyes, the way she always looked at her as if she were just Jennie, not a queen.

The world would keep moving. The blossoms would bloom again. Jennie Kim would remain admired, untouchable. But inside, there was only silence - because she had lost the only person who had ever truly seen her.

Lalisa Manobal. The orphan. The fighter. The love of her life.

And Jennie knew, with every breath she had left, she would never forget her.