"It's okay, Jimin. It'll be okay." I say more to myself than Jimin, who stands at the edge of the hospital bed. "But you're not okay. How am I supposed to live without you?" He asks with tears streaming down his pale skin that used to be full of life. ha. How ironic of me to be saying that. "We'll meet in the next life, Jimin. That's a promise. I'll always be there for you."