"Whatever happens, happens for good."
OTP
"Yeah Jisoo unnie, I already bought all the decorations and some gifts. You'll have to come to my house this Christmas. Everyone else is also coming, so no excuses! And bring Taehyung with you as well."
"Ok fine, I'll come and bring Tae with me. If my chipmunk asks so pleadingly, then why would I miss out? Also, has Alice come home yet?
"She'll be arriving tonight."
"Great! Finally the whole family will be complete this Christmas. Anyways, work calls, talk yo you later!"
"Bye unnie!"
"Oh, sorry!" Rosé said to the stranger she bumped into, until she saw his face.
[Proceeds to play "Gone" instrumental cause it gives the feels you know?]
While her smiley face changed to a blank one, she quickened her steps to reach home quickly.
"Going without even a hi? That's not the Rosie I know."
She halted in her steps as his voice went through her ears, but it didn't leave that impact anymore as it did before.
"Do I know you?" She said, the blank expression plastered on her face.
"Wow! You even forgot who I am? I am not sure if this is one of your tactics to reduce the pain or simply your goldfish memory acting up, but it doesn't hurt to introduce myself does it?
It's Park Jimin. Remeber me?"
"I don't think so, there was only one Park Jimin I knew, and he's been long dead and gone." She said as the scenes of her burning Jimin's pictures flashed through her mind, leaving a satisfied smirk on her face.
"Anyways, it was nice meeting you, Mr. Park Jimin, but I would like to excuse myself from this conversation. I'm afraid I might get late."
And just like that, she left the scene, leaving a confused Jimin alone on the lonely and dark street.
All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one
All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one
All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one
All my love is gone
Now you're dead and gone~
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Gone | A Lyrical Short Story
FanfictionLove is a beautiful but sometimes bitter thing. They said that it strips you of sleep. They were right; I don't get to sleep because all I do is cry. All that's left are your memories, but what do I do with them? You should've taken them with you w...
