Blue [Chaelisa]

twenty four

Taking a deep breath, Chaeyoung forced herself to move away from the door. She had to give Lisa time to herself. With a heavy sigh, Chaeyoung slipped into her bedroom and left the door open a crack behind her.

If she hadn't been listening intently to Lisa's piano playing, she probably wouldn't have noticed the way her mattress made an odd crinkling noise when she sat down. But she did.

Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow and stood up. Confused, she pressed down on her mattress with her hand, earning a soft crackling noise. Her first instinct was to lift the mattress, and so she did.

Her eyes widened when she saw what was underneath. Dried, dead flowers were scattered under the mattress, with stray petals everywhere. Chaeyoung bent down, gently taking one of the flowers into her hand and turning it around.

"What the hell?" she whispered to herself, setting the mattress back down and standing up. She had a feeling Lisa would have something to say about this. Chaeyoung couldn't help but feel like this was some twisted form of symbolism.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, the older girl cupped the flower in her hands and hid it behind her back. With her free hand, she slowly opened the bathroom door.

"Hey Lili," she leaned against the doorway, trying to play it cool. "Wanna go for a walk and check on the flowers?"

Lisa froze. She looked up at Chaeyoung slowly, panic flickering in her dark brown eyes. Biting her lip, Lisa shook her head and looked back down at the kitten in her lap.

"Why not?" Chaeyoung tilted her head to the side. Lisa just kept her head down, fumbling with her fingers nervously.

"Does it have something to do with this?" Chaeyoung sighed and held out the flower she had hidden behind her back. The moment Lisa looked up, her hands started to shake. She set Louis down and stood up, backing away from Chaeyoung.

"I-I..."

"What's going on Lisa?" Chaeyoung asked, desperation in her voice. "What does this mean?" she held up the flower between them.

Lisa looked down at her feet guiltily and shook her head. She toyed with the sleeves of her sweatshirt, trying to find a way out of this. Desperately, she tried to slip past Chaeyoung and out the door. The blonde girl quickly moved to her side to block the exit. Lisa inhaled sharply.

"Lisa, please," Chaeyoung held up the flower once more and looked at her girlfriend pleadingly.

"I... I..." Lisa shook her head and took a step backwards. "I did... I did not.... They cannot die!" She brought her hands up to her face and breathed in deeply.

"I can not lose the pretty things, I can not!" Lisa let her hands fall back to her side and she shook her head, beginning to pace back and forth in the small space between them.

"If I lose them, then I lose y-you... then... then I... I just..." Lisa groaned in frustration. "I do not feel like Lisa!"

"You don't... what?" Chaeyoung quickly moved forward and grabbed her girlfriend's shoulders to calm her down. "You don't feel like Lisa?"

The Thai girl shook her head, holding up her hands between them. "My hands shake and I am tired and I can not think," she squeezed her eyes shut. "I can not lose you..."

"Lose me? Who says you're going to lose me?" Chaeyoung grew even more worried, feeling her heart start to speed up. She hated seeing Lisa like this, but she needed answers.

"The... the..." Lisa stumbled over her words and she brought her hand up to knock on her own forehead softly. Chaeyoung understood what she meant.