Each raindrop signifies the gentle passing of a quiet storm, whilst my hand placed itself upon the silky stretches of the sheets beneath me once more.
Oh how I miss our sweet late night conversations, our light snacking past curfew. Even the tiny arguments about who gets the mini fan at bedtime.
Oh, how I miss that sweet boy. But the cruel world lost of faith took away the last heartbeat of his broken soul and replaced it with silence.
Cold, dead silence.
My legs retract from my chest, the cold air drying the salty tears spread across my pained expression as slowly lean back, the bed dipping along with the weight of my numb body. I couldn't feel anything today. Not yesterday, not the day before..
Not since Jungkook's suicide. Everything's just....
Crumbling. Piece by piece, member by member.
Soon enough, we've stopped communicating amongst each other all together, ignoring each other's cries for help, ignoring the depression welling in the dorm.
Just the same as we did to Jungkook.
Because we couldn't sense his change in character, the small sighs throughout the day, not even the slightest tear would role past us.
It's just stress, I told myself.
He'll get past it, I told myself.
He's okay, just leave him be, I told myself.
But, the blood splattered across the floor from the night I lost my everything, my baby, my love, my Kookie..
The night his last heartbeat extended before there were no more.
That told me otherwise.
I'm the cause for the loss of the heart of BTS.
I'm the one who let his heartbeat slip right through my fingertips.
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a/n:
sorry this chapter is so short and shitty
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Save Me
FanfictionBTS is slowly fading... each member taking their lives one at a time. But he [main character] is left with two choices. Will he choose forgiveness.. Or will he choose death? •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Warnings!: •suicide •smut •depression
