diphylleia grayi • jimin

For Jimin- Epilogue

Epilogue

May, the next year.

Flashback

December, last year.

Governors Kim's son Kim Taehyung found dead in the official offices of their home. A overdose of highly dosed sleeping pills and a deep cut on Kim Taehyung's wrist indicated suicide; the whole governors family is shocked about the sudden events after their son underwent therapy and joined a psychiatric group with young people of the same background. Seemingly getting better, his paranoid schizophrenia once again reached its climax which ultimately was paid off with his own life.

November, last year.

Fresh, young author of bestseller visiting his hometown and giving interviews regarding his newest piece. Yoo Kihyun, new bestselling author, tells us about his past struggles with depression and paranoid schizophrenia, how he had overcome his fears and problems and how we deals and lives contently with his disorder today.

January, this year.

Choi Seoya left the psychiatric clinic, a future full of hope and dreams waiting for her.

Flashback end.

Seoya's P.O.V

I look into the wide mirror in front of me, my eyes drawn to the boy standing behind me with his arms slung around my petite waist, holding me close to his chest.

Sometimes I wished it was Jimin's.

As if it wasn't for this day, I would have said I felt fulfilled, maybe even happy as we were sharing our usual, pleasant silence. For me, this was the definition of romantic. Profoundly sharing the same feelings for the other, trapped in the same, fascinating obsession for the other, loving each other.

But were we really?

"I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick." He said, caressing my head for a short moment before placing a sweet kiss on my cheeks, his lips lingering on the spot for a moment; not too long and not too short.

It was one of the things I loved reminiscing I when I thought back to all of the memories and thoughts with Jimin that I once wanted to forget. But every time Hyun was around, I was reminded of this beautiful, yet painful, time around those same months last year.

Sweet kisses that I loved so much.

"Be ready when I'm back." Hyun said, separating our bodies slowly.

Then he left.

Almost naturally my feet take me to the small rawer next to my bed, my hand already enclosing the handle before I even perceived what I was doing. Opening it in one, swift movement, my eyes instantly laid upon the white envelope and the flower that has wilted a long time ago. It was almost only dust after I had taken it out from between the heavy pages of the books that Jimin had gifted me throughout our time together. But, like our love, the blossoms of the flower had wilted, lost their color and excitement in me.

They were dead, like our love.

My hand reached into the drawer and enclosed the white paper before opening both sides like I had countless of times in those nightless ones already.

"I don't have them anymore,
The question to ask you.
My heart has felt sore
Out of oxygen, it was blue.

I don't have it anymore,
The strength to tell you,
how every time you tore
at our love, without any clue.