Waiting for You in a City | [JenLisa Adaptation]

11

Lisa, let's get back together...

When Jennie awoke in the middle of the night, the dreaming version of her stated this.

The conscious version of her was momentarily flustered by the words she had blurted out.

If Lisa had agreed, what would happen next?

She'll never know.

Would she dare to let her parents know?

She wouldn't dare.

Could they stay together for a long time?

Not necessarily.

Jennie knew it was impossible, but that day she was like a crazy, drowning person who just wanted to grab onto her piece of driftwood, to save her from her withered life.

If rescued, could she really abandon her so-called former life and break off all ties with her family?

Jennie knew the answer very clearly. So when Lisa rejected her, other than the pain and despair, there was some sense of safety and happiness from not needing to adjust to her current situation.

She had always been torn between these conflicting views, she had never been resolute.

The night was silent, she thought, she must have looked so ugly at that time.

Lisa must have clearly seen Jennie's ugly self under the mask, so she was disgusted and despised her; so she was unwilling to make amends with her, and didn't even look back.

At three o'clock in the morning, she sat on the bed with chills along her arms. The windows were open, and the night wind was too cold.

The weather in the north always cooled down unexpectedly quickly, without any warning.

Autumn was already here.

Otherwise, how could it be so cold at night?

•••

Jennie was actually native to the south. Before the age of ten, she grew up in the fertile region of Busan.

Ever since she was young, she had a delicate and pretty appearance, with a fine head of hair, soft and supple with a natural flax colour, resembling an exotic foreigner.

In the days when hair dyeing was just emerging, this was the envy of her classmates.

Even more enviable was her identity, the mayor's daughter, how assertive that sounded; the daughter of a well-known sculptor, how idealistic that sounded.

She lived in a large villa since she was little, listened to symphonies and looked at famous Renaissance paintings, studied piano and violin, and traveled all over the world, she was the proud daughter of the heavens.

One day, her good life suddenly started to break apart from the inside.

Her biological mom and dad were no longer in love, quarrelling day and night.

She would often heard her mother screamed, "Liar! You're a motherfucking liar! I'm going to report you!"

Then her father would snarled cruelly, "You know what? This marriage is not fucking working anymore. If we can't continue on, it's best if we just get a divorce! What exactly do you want to do?"

Jennie didn't know what her father had lied to her mother about, and she didn't know exactly what her mother wanted. She couldn't make sense of any of these issues.

Until one late night, her mother set fire to that happy home, burning to death herself and her once beloved husband.

Perhaps she had also wanted to burn the fruit of their love -- Jennie.