1988 [j.hs]

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14 october, 1988

i一 i just can't believe he's gone. and i also can't help but think it's my fault.

i feel like i'm being watched.
i am being followed.
i receive notes with vile messages.

we kissed once.

and he's dead.

murdered.

isn't that strange? i'm sure it's connected to eachother.

i'm sorry taehyung. so very sorry. i didn't want you to get involved, but sadly you did. you were innocent, why did they have to get you? you were a good person, with a golden heart.

i'm sorry.

i don't know if i'm innocent, though. i can't remember doing something wrong, but maybe i did. maybe i deserve this? maybe it serves me right?

whatever the cause for this was, the person behind this better kills me too because i can't stand this anymore. i can't live like this.

i'm sorry.

oh, and hoseok wanted to talk to me for the past couple of days, after taehyung's death. maybe he wanted to console me, but i'm not sure. i pushed him away. i don't want to talk to him, because i can't help but feel like he's somehow behind this.

everything started to go downhill after i met him.

一 mirae