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Jimin sniffled and wiped his eyes, trying hard to swallow the lump in his throat. He felt a hand on his shoulder but didn't look up, he didn't need another reason to cry again.
"I'm sure he'd be here if he could. In fact, I know he would."
Jimin nodded yet deep down, he hated life. He wanted life to fuck off and leave him alone for a while.
"Do you think N-he will forgive him?" The boy couldn't speak the name anymore without wanting to break down. Too many memories held to that name.
"I don't know yet. It's hard to tell because N-"
"Don't say his name!" He suddenly snapped. The person he was talking to sighed heavily yet did as he was told.
"He was planning on proposing but I don't know whether he'll forgive him so soon. We can only hope that the two can one day be friends again."
Jimin nodded, laying a rose on the tombstone. He wiped the tears that managed to slip past him and stood up, dusting off his knees.
"Goodbye... Jin..."
The End.
