When We Meet on Novembers ;; Jungkook

- November 2015

h a e n a

I stared blankly at the thin air as I walked in the midst of the cemetery.

He was gone.

And he's never coming back.

I feel so regretful over the things I've made him feel. I've made him feel like trash. A complete useless person.

He died because of me.

I feel like I killed him.

I softly laid my hands on his tomb. His names neatly engraved on his tomb. It looked so peaceful, unlike his life.

His life was so ungrateful that he chose to die peacefully.

His death looked like he was only sleeping. Sleeping without any problems on his shoulder.

But actually, he had problems no one would ever understand. His devils took over his own mind and soul.

There was a bracelet lying beside all the flowers that lied all over his tomb.

A note was tied upon its charm.

"If you're reading this, I hope you're happy."

And it broke my heart more.

I never knew a man whom I met when I was a child; clueless and oblivious; would mark such a big chapter in my life.

And now it's ending.