11:11

Epilogue🖤

Narrative

~ f i v e   y e a r s   l a t e r ~

Exactly five years later, on the birthday of the late Park Roseanne, comes Jimin's concert.

You heard that right, he's an idol now.

So are Irene, Yeri, Joy, Wendy and Seulgi. They became one group, called Red Velvet, just like their college music group.

Everyone chased and followed their dreams.

Not a day passed where Jimin didn't pass by her locker, or visit her Instagram, or look at their past messages. All the things he used to do when she left the first time. Except now, she's gone, for real. And there's nothing he can do to bring her back.

Roseanne's parents, on the other hand, came to his concert to support him. He would've been their son in law anyways.

"We have something to give you." They said as they handed him letters.

Her letters.

All eleven of them.

"She loved you so so much."

As they left to go to their seats, he opened them.

Each and every one of them.

He looks at the promise ring on his finger.

He turns to look at the sky.

He gives a smile, knowing that Roseanne is watching him.

Then, he opens the 11th one.

Dear Jimin,

I don't know where to start.

I keep erasing and rewriting.

How do I tell the boy I love, goodbye in one letter?

It's incredibly painful.

It hurts, Chim. I don't want to leave you, not when everything was fine, not when things were going my way, not ever. You know, you helped me live again. Back when I was stuck and lost, you were there for me, every time I needed you. Truth be told, before, I felt like I was better off dead. I didn't know what to do.

I even made small cuts on myself, not drastic enough to kill me, but just enough to inflict pain. I felt so empty. I was either empty or crying. I was just trying to survive everyday. I never felt I was good enough, nor did I feel I was capable of feeling anything I thought, I don't work hard enough to feel stress.

I don't do enough to make me deserving of some break. I felt like I had no right to feel anything anyway.I felt like I deserved nothing. I was truly at my lowest. But one day, the boy on the swings decided to approach me. One day, one fateful day, I met you. And you were there, and slowly my smiles got genuine, slowly I started to feel something. Slowly, I did not just exist but I'm living a life.

What I thought was the end, ended up to be the beginning of something magical. So thank you. Thank you for making my life, while short, worthwhile. Thank you for being there, thank you for adding the plot to my story, the hope to my life and the light to my darkness. You taught me how to love myself, how to know my worth, and how love feels like.

Now, I realize, I wasn't scared of death, rather scared of regrets.

I was scared I'd stand before the afterlife, thinking of all the things I should've done. All those what-ifs. Life is short, we have to live ours to the fullest, because we never know when it'll end. So, Jimin, please, find your happiness, find your passion, find your dream, hell even find a girlfriend, a wife.

Someone who will stay with you.

Someone who can make it to the altar with you and exchange vows.

Someone who will bear your children.

Someone who will grow old with you.

Someone who loves you more than I could.

You deserve the world, Park Jimin.

You know, whatever happens, if someone were to ask me:

"If you had the chance, would you do this all over again?"

I would say yes, with no hesitation whatsoever. Even if I had to go through all those years without you, even if I had to go through that heart wrenching feeling, over and over and over again, I'd still say yes. I'd still wish for you at 11:11 every night, hoping for something that seemed hopeless, because you mean the world to me, because this means the world to me.

Because you're my light.

I love you.

I have loved you.

I will always love you.

You know in Goblin, the Kdrama, where the girl dies and makes a deal with the Grim Reaper to remember the Goblin in her next life? I'll make a deal with the Grim Reaper to do that with both of us. He owes me for making me die such a tragic death anyways.

I'll see you in the next life, my love.

Your angel,

Rosie.