voicemails | taehyung

JIEUN

Taehyung is dead.

He's dead.

     Jieun's phone slipped out of her hands and dropped onto the hospital bed. It can't be. He's not dead. He has to be alive, she continued to deny the truth about Taehyung's death. Before she realized it, tears brimmed her eyes and were streaming down her cheeks, leaving a glistening, clear residue.

     She covered her face with a pillow and sobbed heavily into it. The pillow muffled her loud cries and screams. Jieun threw it to the ground in frustration and internal pain.

Jieun's heart was racing incredibly fast and she felt herself unable to control her own breathing. Her chest was heaving up and down as she constantly gasped for air. She clawed at her neck, leaving red imprints and scratches behind.

She looked to the side and reached for a photo on the table. She tightened her grasp on it and curled up into a ball on the bed.

A tear slipped down her cheek as she took her last breath.

Her hand loosened on its own, revealing a photo of Jieun and Taehyung. Taehyung's left hand was wrapped around Jieun's waist and she had leaned her head on Taehyung's shoulder.

     They were both smiling as if nothing would ever pull them apart.