One hundred and seventy-seven

~~Lena~~

Waking up to my cutie pie here with me kind of makes me very happy. There she was, sitting by my bed, eyes all puffy like she’s been crying for days and still somehow managing to look adorable. But… something felt strange. Her face…it looked different. Familiar yet not.

The lips were the same shape I remembered kissing in quiet stolen moments, the kind eyes were still there, but the details the subtle lines, the warmth of recognition felt scrambled, like someone had taken my memories and shaken them up like dice. I tried to remember clearly to rebuild her face before I hit my head but my mind was a blank screen, flickering with static.

Still, my body reacted instantly. That flutter in my chest, the calm I felt with her presence yeah, my heart didn’t lie. She was definitely Lisa. My Lisa. My cutie pie.

And knowing my family, the only person I was expecting to be hovering over me right now was Jay. My overprotective, too serious for his own good little brother. But he wasn’t he