The next day the press got ahold of the story. It was all over the news, and someone had made the connection between Jennie and Lisa, taking the story away from the tragic deaths of fifteen people and twisting into a tragic love story. Jennie stayed in bed, which meant that she didn't see it, but everyone else was furious as they sat around the dinner table – the couches were still stuffed in Jennie's room.

At lunchtime, Yuri and Rosé walked into the bedroom Jennie was staying in, and Yuri sat down on the edge of the bed while Rosé crawled into bed next to Jennie. Propping herself up on the pillows, Jennie accepted the cup of tea that Yuri held out to her and her eyes fell on the envelope in Yuri's hand.

"We need to talk," Yuri said, choking on the words as she struggled to get them out. "Sh-she doesn't have a-a body, we can't know for sure... all they have are h-her tags, but we have to assume... so we need... w-we need to make arrangements. We need closure."

"I can't," Jennie said, covering her mouth with a shaking hand. She felt like she was going to be sick at the thought of Lisa having a funeral – she couldn't say goodbye to her, and even if she wouldn't admit it, a small part of her was hoping it was all a big misunderstanding. "Excuse me."

Jennie jumped up and ran to the nearest bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before she collapsed to her knees and vomited up what little food was in her stomach. A moment later she felt reassuring hands pull her hair out of her face and rub her back. Yuri made soothing noises as Jennie cried and was sick again. Sitting up, Jennie ran the sink tap and rinsed her mouth out before wiping it with the nearest hand towel. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face Yuri and reached out for her hand, holding onto it like a lifeline as they walked back to the bedroom.

"I-I know it's hard," Yuri said, guiding Jennie back onto the bed. "We need to read her will. To see what sh-she wanted. I-, she would want your input." Tears streamed down Jennie's face as she silently cried. Yuri handed the envelope to Rosé, who pushed her mom's hand away, refusing to accept it.

"I can't," Rosé argued, her voice thick with emotion. "It's barely been a-a week, mom. I can't-, it's too soon."

"Rosé, we have to. Y-you're the executor, she wanted you to do this. We need to plan h-her funeral. She-, we have to do this... for her," Yuri argued. "We can do it quickly; I-I want to do it next week."

"NEXT WEEK?" Rosé yelled, sitting up slightly. "SHE'S NOT EVEN GONE TWO WEEKS AND YOU WANT TO PUT AN EMPTY BOX IN THE GROUND? HOW IS THAT GOING TO HELP, MOM?"

"Rosé, please. We can't live like- like this!" Yuri told her. "We h-have to sort through her things. Respect her la-last wishes and give her what she d-deserves."

"SHE DIDN'T FUCKING DESERVE THIS!" Rosé roared, gesturing wildly with her arms. "She was better than all of us! She should be coming home next week, not being remembered because we don't even have a fucking body to say goodbye to! I won't be a part of this." She stood up and stormed out of the room, leaving Yuri holding the envelope in her hand.

"Open it," Jennie croaked, and Yuri looked up at her. She held the envelope out to Jennie, and that was when Jennie realized that Yuri couldn't do this. She couldn't read her daughter's last wishes aloud and make these plans alone. Taking the envelope with shaking fingers, Jennie carefully opened it and took out the will. Reading over it, Jennie took in what Lisa had left them all and what she'd planned for her funeral.

"She wants to be buried in Midvale, next to Eunhyuk," Jennie whispered, tears spilling over.

"Midvale?" Yuri echoed, looking puzzled.

"Yes. Sh-she said she wants her name on her parent's grave, b-but she wants to be laid to rest with h-her family. You. She's a Manoban," Jennie said, wiping her eyes as she read the words. "She'll ha-have military honours I presume?"

"Yes," Yuri agreed. "They-, there's no b-body but they'll bring h-her things. They'll do th-the ceremony."

Jennie nodded, swallowing a sob. "Good. When?"

"I-I want her buried next S-Saturday. Sh-she was supposed to be coming h-home then. This is the only way we can-" Yuri was cut off by a shuddering sob that shook her shoulders.

"Okay," Jennie agreed, swallowing the lump in her throat as she wiped away more tears. "Sh-she left you and Rosé h-her finances. Um, I-it's not in here, but I-I gave her a share in my company, s-so that's yours too."

"No," Yuri protested, but Jennie didn't want it. It had been for Lisa's financial stability, so that Jennie could have some peace of mind, and she didn't want it back.

"H-her camera is left... to me, and all p-pictures of us or relating to a me-memory of us," Jennie read, her voice breaking as she thought about the hundreds of photos Lisa had taken on them – some which Jennie had never seen before. "All the rest are for Rosé, and you. Her books are for you – except the fairytales... for me."

On and on the list went, and with each line it grew harder for Jennie to read, and by the end of the will her words were almost intelligible as she sobbed. Next to her, Yuri was crying just as much – one arm wrapped around Jennie for comfort. As Jennie finished reading, she slipped the paper back into the envelope and they both sat there in silence for a few moments.

"We-, I'll need t-to get a d-death certificate. Get it officiated so we can-" Yuri quietly explained, and Jennie nodded, not trusting herself to speak. This was it – they would have to get a legal death certificate so that they could manage Lisa's belongings, and they would need it for legal purposes, and so they could hold the funeral next week. Then over the next few weeks they'd be left to sift through Lisa's personal belongings, sharing them out as Lisa saw fit, and then what? There would be nothing to do except to dwell in grief, or move on, and Jennie knew which one she would be left to suffer through. She just hoped that the others would be able to move on without her.

"I-I'll go and tell Rosé," Jennie said after a few minutes of silence, and after giving Yuri a quick hug, she climbed out of bed and made her way through her apartment. She stumbled into the kitchen, and three faces turned to look at her from where they sat around the table.

"Rosé," Jennie said. "Can we talk?" She half expected Rosé to snap at her and storm off, but she just stared at Jennie with those hollow eyes and stood up. Jennie followed her through the apartment until they slipped into the room Rosé had claimed for herself and Jisoo whenever they stayed – if they didn't somehow end up in Jennie's bed.

"What?" Rosé said, her voice dull and lifeless. She sat down on the edge of the bed and Jennie joined her. She didn't know where to start, and as she opened her mouth to say something, she caught sight of Rosé's bare left hand, missing the engagement ring that had recently graced her ring finger.

"Your ring," Jennie said, gently picking up Rosé's hand, which was immediately tugged back.

"It didn't seem fair," Rosé choked out.

"To who?" Jennie asked, feeling her anger spike.

"To you," Rosé said, and Jennie blinked in surprise. She'd been expecting Rosé to use Lisa's death to project her marriage insecurities onto, but she hadn't been expecting her to use Jennie. Rosé let out a bitter laugh. "Don't worry, we're still getting married, I just took the ring off."

"Oh. Good, I thought-" Jennie trailed off.

"Yeah, I-I just... I didn't want to... to rub it in," Rosé muttered, and then Jennie laughed.

"Put your ring back on," Jennie said, patting Rosé's hand. "You being happy, and marrying the woman you love, it's a small consolation prize. A reminder of everything I was going to have – and I... I would never want to take that away from you. Neither would she. Besides, Jisoo asked me to be her best woman to return the favour of her being mine."

Rosé nodded and they were both silent for a moment. "What's the plan?"

"Next Saturday. Sh-she wants to be buried next to your dad," Jennie whispered. "She'll get military honours so they, well, I don't know w-what they do, but they'll do their thing. Your mom... sh-she wanted it on the day..."

"Right," Rosé mumbled. "Sure."

"She left you things too," Jennie said. "Your mom is going to sort everything out, you know, legally." Rosé didn't say anything, and Jennie tentatively reached out and put her arms around Rosé, pulling the other girl into a hug. Neither of them cried, they just sat there for five minutes in silence while they held each other and thought about the pain that they would have to endure in six day's time.

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They sat around the table, eating pizza because the only person in any shape to cook was Chaerin, and she was about as good as Jennie was when she'd first cooked for Lisa. They were mostly silent as they ate, with only the occasional comment, until Jennie looked at her mom.

"I-I want to renovate the place. I need to get rid of everything. As soon as possible," Jennie told her, and Chaerin nodded.

"I'll get some people in," she assured Jennie, eyeing the empty space where the sofas were missing, as well as the empty bookshelves and the spaces where photo frames had popped up once Jennie had started dating Lisa. "You might need to stay somewhere else while they work. It'll probably take a week or so."

"You can come to mine," Yuri piped up. "The funeral... you'll be there next weekend for the funeral. You may as well come home with me; we can all go." Chaerin looked a bit uncertain at the idea of Jennie going to Midvale – knowing that she wouldn't go with them because she didn't want to intrude into Yuri's life. It was all well and good for Chaerin to be here taking care of her daughter, but she didn't want to stick her nose into Yuri's personal life when she was trying to plan a funeral for her daughter – Chaerin knew exactly what it was like to bury an empty coffin of a dead child. Still, she didn't protest, especially when Jennie had so quickly agreed.

"Mom," Jennie said after a moment. "I-I need you to sort out th-the company too."

"Oh honey, don't worry about that now. I've got everything under control – the board understands. I'll take care of everything until you're ready to-"

"I'm not coming back," Jennie cut her off. "I don't want it. I-I need you to move the headquarters back to Metropolis or wherever, a-and I don't know, do whatever you need."

"Jennie-" Chaerin said gently.

"Hey! Knock it off," Jisoo snapped. "Get your shit together. You're not giving up your company. I've spent enough time trying to drag you away from that office, and I'll happily handcuff you to your desk if you're going to act like a little bitch and try and give it up. You don't want to give it up – you're just grieving. So stop it. You want her back – we all do, but you're not ruining your life because she's not coming back."

Everyone sat there in silence and Jennie felt like she'd just been slapped – or at least, had some sense slapped into her. She took a bite of her pizza and swallowed the dry mouthful as she shrugged carelessly. "Okay."

"Now, enough! All of you. You're not quitting your fucking job. We're not moving across the fucking country. Sh-she told me to take care of you – she told me every time before she left – and I'm not letting you all make ridiculous decisions because you're upset. I'm sorry if I'm being insensitive, but I miss her too, and I'm doing everything I can to do what she asked of me. None of you are copping out now – she asked you to look after yourselves, she knew this could happen, and she didn't want you to spend your time moping around. So shut the fuck up," Jisoo said, before picking up her box of pizza and storming away from the table.

"Um... I'll, uh, give her a minute," Rosé said as they all sat there in shock, everyone except Chaerin looking slightly ashamed. Jisoo was right – Lisa wouldn't want any of this. All she would want was for them to be happy, to move on and keep her memory alive. They would do that, of course, but right now they were all wallowing in their grief and they needed someone to shake them out of it.

"She's right," Jennie mumbled, taking another bite of her pizza. "I just-, it hurts, and I'm being stupid... and selfish. Excuse me." Standing up, Jennie went in search of Jisoo, opening and closing door after door until she found her hiding in Jennie's office. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Jennie walked into the room for the first time since Lisa had died. There weren't many reminders in here, except the photo on her desk that Jisoo was staring at.

"I told you I was kicked out when I was fourteen," Jisoo said, not looking up. "Lisa... she was the sister I'd never had. She was the first person who made me feel like I had a family, I can never repay her for that... but I can try by looking after you for her. Sorry if I was harsh back then - I express my grief through anger - but she wouldn't want you to ruin your life because she's gone – you know this."

Jennie sat down on the chair in front of the desk, putting her feet up on her desk and sneaking a slice of pizza out of the box Jisoo had brought in with her. "Don't worry about it. You're right anyway. I just-, it hurts and I can't stop thinking about her, and I can't- I can't say her name. I-I don't think I'll ever be able to get past this."

"Of course you won't," Jisoo laughed incredulously. "You loved her – love her – and that will never go away. She was the first person you let inside, the first person you let yourself trust enough to get past your walls. Nothing will ever change that. No one is expecting you to be okay, I just-, I don't want to watch you throw that all away. She wouldn't want you to be miserable forever, and I'm trying, god I'm trying so hard to keep it together for everyone, but I just-, I can't let you be a fucking idiot, no matter how heartbroken you are right now. You're my sister too, and I, you know, care about you and all that shit."

A small laugh escaped Jennie's mouth. "Jisoo Kim, are you professing your love for me?"

"Fuck up, Kim," Jisoo said, looking slightly disgruntled. "I just- you're not alone, okay? You have a family. Sh-she's not here anymore, but you're not alone, and I will beat the shit out of you if you try and run away like a scared little child."

"I'm not going anywhere," Jennie promised, swallowing the lump in her throat. "And for the record, I care about you too. Maybe just a little." Her lips curled slightly at the corners as Jisoo flipped her off.

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The next morning Jennie woke up and willingly dragged herself into the shower. She was going home with Yuri today – she had to get herself ready or they'd miss the train. Walking to one of the bathrooms, Jennie stripped off her clothes and stepped under the hot water. She stayed there far longer than she should've, feeling especially drained after the long week she'd had. Jennie had thought that the eight months she'd spent without Lisa had been emotionally draining, but she'd been wrong – she had never known pain like this before in her entire life.

"Jennie?" Chaerin's voice floated over the sound of the water. "I, uh, I've ironed some clothes for you. I'll just leave them on the counter."

"Thank you," Jennie mumbled in reply. She stayed in there a few minutes later, before climbing out and quickly drying herself and pulling on the clothes that Chaerin had left for her. Her wet hair left small wet patches on the shoulders of her shirt and Jennie quickly wrapped her hair in a towel before she picked up her toothbrush. She stared at her reflection in the mirror for the first time all week and if she didn't know she was looking in a mirror, Jennie didn't think she'd be able to recognize herself. Yet, Jennie couldn't bring herself to care that she had hollow cheeks and tired, sunken eyes – nothing mattered anymore. Silently, Jennie finished getting ready.

By nine o'clock she was at the train station with Yuri, clutching the bag her mom had packed for her in one hand and Kuma's leash in the other. Rosé and Jisoo would be meeting them later on, and Chaerin had decided to go back to Metropolis and fly in to Midvale and stay at the nearest hotel – just in case Jennie needed her. All she really wanted was Lisa.