“If you love someone, you’ll always choose to love them even at the end of every tiring and draining day," she says, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ears. "as long as they still make you happy.”

He purses his lips and frowns, just like the way Rosé does it. They look exactly alike it's almost uncanny. “But then what happened with Aunt Lisa?” his voice laced with curioisity.

Lisa. 

Her name still brings a dull pang on her chest.

Jennie smiles sadly, carressing his little chubby cheeks. “She stopped choosing me.”