Expression and Vision (Jenlisa)

Sana is at Lisa's apartment; Sana was mostly at Lisa's house because, according to her, Lisa doesn't take care of herself well, so she would do it for her as an older sister.

Sana is in the room, lying on the bed, chilling. The door is slightly ajar, and she can hear the faint sound of Lisa juggling the keys, opening the door and talking in the living room. Absentmindedly, Sana’s attention drifts toward the conversation, and she can’t help but listen in.

Lisa sounds so serious about something. Sana thinks with a small smile, but then something catches her attention.

"Tzuyu admitted it to us! She’s been in love with Sana for so long, but she’s been too scared to say anything. Can you imagine?" Lisa talked.

Sana’s breath catches in her throat.

"Did I just hear that right? Tzuyu... loves me too?"

She freezes, her heart pounding as she tries to make sense of what she just heard.

"She cares about Sana so much, but with Sana being with Mark... Tzuyu just feels like she can’t do anything about it."

Lisa still talking, oblivious to Sana listening.

"Tzuyu... has feelings for me? And she’s been hiding them all this time?"

Sana thinks, her mind spinning.
Memories of Tzuyu flash through her mind—the way she always seemed to linger just a bit longer in their hugs, the way her eyes softened when they talked, and the way she was always there for Sana, no matter what.

Lisa sighed " I just wish Tzuyu would take a chance and tell Sana how she feels, but I get why she’s scared. It’s hard to confess to someone who’s already with someone else..."

Sana whispers to herself, her voice trembling "Tzuyu... I’m so sorry..."

The door creaks slightly as she gets out, and she realizes she can’t just stay here. She needs to see Tzuyu, to tell her everything. But first... she needs to talk to Lisa.

She steps into the hallway, catching Lisa’s attention. Lisa looked up, surprised to see Sana standing there with a tear-streaked face. She quickly ends her phone call, concern washing over her.

"Sana unnie? How long have you been standing there?" Lisa asked nervously.

“Long enough... I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but... is it true? What you said about Tzuyu?”

Sana takes a deep breath, her voice shaky but resolute.

Lisa hesitated, then nodded

"Yeah, Sana unnie. It’s true. Tzuyu’s been in love with you for a long time. She just didn’t want to come between you and Mark."

"How could I have been so blind?"

Sana’s heart aches at the thought of Tzuyu suffering in silence, all for her sake.

"I need to talk to her... I need to tell her that I feel the same."

Sana stated.

"Sana unnie, you also have feelings for her? and What about Mark?"

Lisa asked surprisingly.

"I’ve been lying to myself and to him. I have to be honest, with myself and with everyone. I need to fight for what I really want—for who I really love." Sana was determined.

"It’s time," she thinks, wiping her tears. "It’s time to stop hiding and start living the truth."

After that, Sana told Lisa everything about her sexuality and the marriage, and Lisa hugged her and told her that she was always with her no matter what. They would fight against their parents together.

The very next day, in a quiet café where Sana and Mark are seated across from each other. The atmosphere is tense, with Sana clearly anxious but determined.

"Mark, there’s something I need to talk to you about. It's been weighing on me for a while." Sana started.

"What’s going on?" Mark said sipping the coffee. Not minding her.

"There’s someone else I’ve had feelings for, long before we even started dating," Sana confessed.

"Someone else? Sana... why did you agree to date me?" Mark almost shouted.

"Because I didn’t want to admit it to myself either. But now, I realize I can’t keep living a lie. We didn't have any chemistry, and I don't like you," Sana said, which hurt Mark's ego.

"Who is it? Who’s the person you have feelings for?" Mark asked with irritation.

Sana didn't answer, so Mark stood up, banging his hands on the table.

"Don't show me your face ever again. We broke up", and then he left.

Sana smiled.

Now she is a warrior.

Tzuyu's POV

The sun is setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. I walk down the path, my long strides carrying me effortlessly toward the bench where Sana is waiting. I can’t help but feel a bit nervous—Sana had sounded serious on the phone, and that wasn’t like her. As I  approached, I noticed Sana fidgeting with her hands, a sign that something was really on her mind.

"Hey, Sana unnie, You sounded serious on the phone. Is everything okay?"

I said, smiling as I reached the bench.

Why does she look so nervous?

My concern grows as I see the tension in her posture.

She spoke standing up, clearly trying to steady herself.

"Yeah, Tzuyu, there’s something really important I need to tell you. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and I can’t keep it to myself anymore."

What’s going on?

Is she in trouble?

I wonder, my heart beginning to race. I've never seen Sana like this before.

"What is it? You know you can tell me anything." I asked.

She took a deep breath and looked up at me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

Oh Sana unnie, The things you do to me.

"Tzuyu, it's about Mark."

She said. That made my heart sink.

If you love someone truly you should be ready to set them free. See them happy with someone else, I thought.

Maybe she got into a fight with him or something, and she wanted to talk about it.

"I... I broke up with Mark."

She stated and I was stunned. I composed myself.

"You did? But... why? I thought you two were doing okay."

I was happy but watching her being sad made my heart ache.

"I thought so too, but I realized something. I’ve been lying to myself, and I’ve been lying to everyone around me. There’s someone else I’ve been in love with for a long time, someone who means the world to me, and I can’t keep hiding it anymore."

Someone else?

I feel my heart drop.

Sana is in love with someone else.

Who could it be?

A strange feeling rose in my chest—jealousy? Fear? I don’t know what to make of it.

God, please, that Marky boy was enough to break my heart into pieces, and someone else came to make the power out of those pieces.