Storyteller | JHS ✓

Chapter thirty-two; Film out

I promise I'm not trying to bombard your notifications-

┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐

You, in my imagination
Are so vivid, oh-oh
As if you are right there

But I reach out my handAnd you suddenly disappear

└────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘

__

Namjoon found me afterward, kneeling in a puddle of my own tears. Had he not discovered me, I would've drowned in the liquid of my own sadness.

"...I didn't know a person could die twice..."

There was an unmistakable air of melancholy and wisdom to Namjoon's words when he replied, "Everyone dies a little everyday."

While giving that piece of advice, he tried getting me to stand.

"Stop! Let me stay here!" I thrashed in his arms, words barely audible.

"It's five o'clock in the morning, Minami!" He reasoned over my loud cries, "Your mother is worried! Your friend is worried! I'm worried!"

Not even the most deceptive of liars could fool anyone into thinking that Namjoon wasn't being sincere. His voice wavered and cracked while he fought to keep tears within him as well.

"...But what am I supposed to do? For an hour now, I've just sat here, motionless! It feels like time stopped for me and I'm the only one who's stuck here. I can't...I-I don't know what to do from here on out..."

After a moment filled with eyebrow creases and uncertainty, he finally responded.

"You move on, Minami. That's what you do."

Upon hearing this, I shoved him away from me, all the way until his feet touched the soil. He didn't protest or even make an attempt to stay inside as if he expected this.

"Get out."

"Minami!"

"I'm not going to! I'm not going to move on! I cant, Namjoon! I-I can't!" I tucked my knees and slid to the floor against the door, "I can't just forget him like that...I can't just move on with my life as if he didn't matter...I'll move into this house if I have to. I'm not going to move on, Namjoon..."

It was at this moment something within Namjoon snapped.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, MINAMI!" he barked, "MOVING ON WITH YOUR LIFE DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE GOING TO FORGET ABOUT HIM! THERE WILL NEVER BE A DAY WHERE YOU WAKE UP AND NOT THINK ABOUT HIM AND HOW THINGS COULD'VE BEEN! YOU WILL ALWAYS KNOW HIS NAME, AND YOU WILL ALWAYS SEE HIM IN EVERYTHING AROUND YOU!"

The trees shook from even fifteen miles away from his words, not because of the sheer amount of decibels Namjoon exerted but from absolute power it held instead. He spoke with such raw emotion, unfiltered sadness lacing his voice as if he experienced the very same grief I felt.

I heard something bang against the other side of the door, quickly realizing it was his forehead as he tried to calm his erratic breathing. I was sure the whole country heard him.

"He will always be dead, Minami. Nothing can change that...the only benefit of you keep grieving like this for the rest of your life are none. It's not going to help him or make him alive again," Namjoon rested his hand against the door, "and it certainly won't help you. This feeling will never go away. You can't cry it out, you can't eat it out, and you can't hurt yourself to try and get rid of it...People you love and care about can help you, but you are responsible for the healing process. No one can completely heal you without you making an effort to heal yourself...