chapter three ➼ who am i to love

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Present Day

"Banana?"

"What do you say?" Jennie prodded, looking over at her daughter who was scribbling furiously on a piece of paper with a crayon.

Ella paused and looked up at Jennie, thinking for a moment before her face lit up when she realized what her mother was hinting at. "Banana... please?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

Jennie couldn't help but smile at Ella. "Coming right up," she laughed, ruffling her daughter's hair and planting a kiss on the top of her head before heading into the kitchen.

She grabbed a banana and began cutting it into thin slices, tossing them into a small plastic bowl and setting it on the counter. When she moved to get something from the refrigerator, she paused for a moment to admire the pictures of Ella she had hanging up.

Her eyes stopped when they landed on a certain picture. This one wasn't of Ella. She'd shoved it to the far side of the fridge to keep herself from looking at it, but she never could bring herself to take it down.

Two little girls stood in front of a colorful wall, both holding balloons. Their hair was short, choppy, as if they had given each other a haircut with a pair of dull scissors. The smaller one had a giant grin on her face, her smile spreading from ear to ear as she greeted the camera eagerly. The other girl was more subtle. She wasn't looking at the camera, instead her dark eyes were on the girl next to her, and the picture was taken just as they entered a fit of giggling.

Jennie missed that. She missed them. She'd never brought herself to take the picture down. Jisoo had kept true to her word. Jennie hadn't heard from her since that night. The same night Jennie had crawled into Ella's bed and held her daughter close to her, clutching the only thing she had left tight to her chest.

She sighed, tearing her eyes away from the picture. Jennie opened the fridge, grabbing the milk carton and walking back over to the counter.

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"Seulgi, I'm fine. I just need to hear her voice."

"Jisoo, you're drunk. Please don't do this. You've been doing so well," the girl begged her, both of their hands resting on the phone in front of them.

Jisoo pulled her phone away from Seulgi, shaking her head and clutching it to her chest. "I deserve this."

Seulgi sighed, shaking her head and standing up.

"Whatever, Laur. I really have to go, okay? Don't do anything stupid."

Jisoo nodded. "I'll be fine, Seulgi, really. I just don't want to forget what her voice sounds like." "I get that, I really do," Seulgi said softly, leaning forward and squeezing Jisoo's forearm. "Just take care of yourself."

Jisoo waited until she heard the front door shut to unlock her phone, dialing the number that she knew by heart.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

".... Hello?"

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Jennie poured a cup of milk for Ella, and was just about to put the milk back into the refrigerator when she heard her daughter talking in the other room.

"What do you need, El?" she called, grabbing the bowl and cup and hurrying back into the living room.

"My Mama," Ella cooed, turning towards Jennie. In her hand was Jennie's phone, pressed snugly against her ear.

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