Yours Truly

47: You've drifted away

Cold water seeping beneath their feet. Sierra muffled her cries behind her palms. Warm tears dancing out of her eyes. Lisa screamed, her knees snapping down to the floor. Jisoo, held on to Jennie, who with a shriek wanted to run towards the bathtub. Warm tears silently tip toed out of Jisoo's eyes.
A bathtub. Overflowing with cold water. The tiled floor soaking wet. And in the white bathtub, laid an angel. A rose.

Broken hearts. As if life had been carved out of them. Taehyung, with a shadow of fear on him and tears in his mismatched eyes, couldn't dare let go of Sierra for one second. A fear eating him out. What if he lets go for a moment and she disappears? Like a butterfly?
Sierra shivered. Her eyes swollen. As if an ample amount of blush plastered on her face. Tear marks on her gorgeous face. As an evidence that screams that grief had paid them a visit. Her head felt lighter than a ping pong ball. Sobbing had a limit. She figured it out the hard way. She only shivered in Taehyung's arms. Trying to sniff his cologne. To feel at peace once more. But crying always resulted into a stiff nose for her.
Min Yoongi cries once in a blue moon. Today, the moon came out in broad daylight. His tears shone like a diamond. He held Jennie's hand tight enough. If it was so hard on him, he can't possibly imagine what Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa and Sierra are going through.
Jennie had whithered down, as if. She has had two panic attacks in the last few hours. Her hands and feet growing colder. She wanted to remind herself to keep breathing. But all she could remember was Park Chaeyoung. Roseanne Park. Rosé. Their Rosie.

Rosé was beautiful. Her eyes screamed life and joy and hope. Her picture at the end of the church seemed ill-fitting. Specially when placed in front of a coffin. A coffin that holds her lifeless body.
A white dress. With cutouts at her tiny waist. Her shoulders out. A gorgeous neckpiece, a ring and the bracelet. Miss. Roseanne Park looked as if she was carved out of the world's most precious diamond.

Namjoon kept glancing at Jisoo through his teary vision. Jisoo was crying. But she was sitting elegantly straight. Her lips pursed, eyes focused at the front. Trails of tears just gently tiptoed out. Not daring to even whimper.
Lisa, was the one crying the most. Rubbing her fingers against the friemdship bracelet. As if rubbing that would bring out a genie. A genie who would give her 3 wishes. 3 wishe sto bring her Rosie back.
Jungkook, was a Maknae as well. He was whimpering, next to Sierra. Balled fist pressed gently against his lips. Doe eyes filled with salty tears. As if his heart was shattering every second.

If it wasn't for the tears and the atmosphere, no one would have guessed these teenagers were going to a funeral. Neither of them looked fancy. Like they did on Mrs. Kim's funeral. They looked mismatched and beaten out of life. Neither of them looked put together. As if they blindly picked the first black item they could find. And a bracelet. A bracelet that the girls had in common with the corpse.
The boys felt bitter, even though they knew Rosé for a tiny time frame. Rosé still had turned into a sister. To pay homage to that sister, they all decided to wear rings. Everyone. Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, Kim SeokJin, Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jungkook... Everyone but Taehyung. Taehyung was just way too endulged in tears to remember that they ahd decided to pay a homage. His homage for Rosé had to be the love inside his heart for his yeodongsaeng. Rosé was easy to love.
Rosé was easy to love. Or else why would Park Jimin be dressed in his most noir suit? Silver rings. One at his tiny ring finger, from Tiffany and Co. A black mask. His pink hair covering his eyes. The eyes that were asking for Rosé, now are witnessing a funeral. Suicide? Why though? A heartbreak? Park Chaeyoung, if that's what pushed you towards suicide, why couldn't you just hold out a bit more? Why couldn't you wait a bit more? Park Jimin-ssi had just fallen for you.
His heart ached. A fresh wound. Why did it feel as if she was the love of his life when they met for the first time? Why did it feel as if she was his muse, his purpose to smile, his light? Why did it feel he scheduled his entire day to find time frames to spend with Rosé? Why did it feel like he would jot down everything about her? Why did it feel like as if she was his whole world? Why were there initials of her name and his name in a heart, carved onto his secret place? Why was it that he remembers none of them? None of them except a warm mystery?

"Sierra?"
Taehyung snarled at the smaller man. As if it was all Jimin's fault. Perhaps. But on the other hand, it was nothing he could be blamed of. He was both innocent and guilty at the same time.
Sierra held his hands. Fingers tied against her fingers. Her swollen eyes signed him,
"You know it wasn't Jimin Oppa's fault."
Jimin gulped, was it the death of a dear friend or did he mess up? Why were their eight pair of eyes giving him death stares.
Sierra, stood up elegantly straight. Taehyung swore, he saw her mother in her posture. Clean, sleek, elegant.
"Yes, Jimin Oppa?"
"Can I talk to you for a second? Alone?"
Taehyung cocked an eyebrow up, poking his cheek using his tongue. Hands tucked inside his pockets. He already felt a grudge over Jimin for Rosé. And now, what does he want to talk with Sierra about?
"Taehyung-ah, you wouldn't mind if I borrow your woman for just moment would you?"
"No, just make sure you don't forget her."
Jimin couldn't figure out why Taehyung spat at him. All he knew by now was, he had something to do with Rosé.