The things I wish never happened

Ending 4; The final ending

*Ronnie pov*

We left the hospital after he visited his new baby and I leaned my head against the window. How could I cope with this? How does it get better from here? Does it even get better? I sniffled and wiped my eyes. Jimin just kept smiling looking at the road. He was happy. How come I can't be?

If I'm being honest, I felt numb. I thought I cried every single tear I could in the shower yesterday. I was wrong. A deep sob escaped my mouth and I covered my mouth. "Sorry." I whispered.

"Whats wrong my love?" He looked at me concerned.

"Nothing, I just don't feel good." I lied. It's easier to lie. It's easier to say you don't feel good. It's easier to pretend everything is fine.

He pulled into our driveway and before the car was even in park I opened the car door and got out of the car. Ignoring his calls for me. I opened the front door and ran to the spare room closing the door behind me. I slid down the door and let myself cry it out.

"Jagiya." Jimin called from the other side. "Come on let me in." He wiggled the door knob I had locked. "Please don't shut me out, whats wrong?"

Everything. I wanted to scream. This whole situation. How unfair and cruel life could possibly be. I wiped my tears and stood up. I played with the ring on my finger. Was staying worth this pain? Would it ever be worth it? I unlocked the door to a scared looking Jimin. "I'm fine." My tear stained cheeks told him otherwise but he finally got the idea. I didn't want to talk about it. I walked past him not saying anything else and made my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of soju. I unscrewed the cap and sipped it down quickly. Instantly reaching in for another.

"Stop it." Jimin grabbed the bottle from me. "You can not tell me whats wrong, thats your choice but you're not going to do this."

I glared at him. Who was he to tell me what I could and could not do? "Give it back." I reached for it.

He shook his head. "Stop it."

I rolled my eyes pulling open the fridge and taking out another. He watched me with a shocked face as I chugged that one down and smacked the bottle down on the counter. "Fuck you Jimin." I said and walked away. I couldn't think. I didn't want to think. I wanted him to feel as shitty as I do.

I wanted him to pay for everything. I wanted him to beg for forgiveness. But I stupidly already chose to forgive him. It's my own problem. My own choice.

I took out my phone and clicked on the contact that lately made my heart flutter every single time it popped up.

Yoongi.