Undead II Yoonmin

3

"I know your name is not what it says on that stone."

There he goes again. Morning comes and suddenly he thinks he knows it all which in a way he was beginning to. During all of sunrise Jimin spent his time sitting on my grave, attempting to read the words on the stone. They were not as heart felt as his or heavy weighing but they included my name, my real one. At first he couldn't get past the first letter so I helped him. That was my first mistake, the next one would have been pretending not to acknowledge him.

"Tell me."

He's gotten more demanding.

"You don't respond when I call you that so it musn't be your name right? You go by something else. I want to know what."

"You don't need. You'll be leaving soon and you'll never see me again so it'd be a waste of...time."

I meant to say breath but I found it ironic since I don't have one. Well neither does he and bringing that up would just turn into a conversation I wasn't willing to have. I look up at the sky, noon would be coming soon. I expected someone to have come for Jimin by now but not a soul has decided to enter the cemetery. I considered sending him off as a boy with amnesia to a random stranger who could deliver him to Namjoon but no one has decided to visit the dead today.

"Where am I going? There's no place for a dead boy out in the streets."

Dead boy

"Don't call yourselves that."

"Why not?"

"Just don't."

That was his nickname for me when we met. Back then it sounded so playful and a blessing to hear it coming from him but now I hate it. He was unlike before, bland. What was suppose to be a joke sounded nothing but serious in his mouth, he should not be allowed to speak those words side by side.

"Why won't you talk to me?"

I keep silent. I can hear him stand and walk. He props himself down right in front of me, I look down to the dirt. Back in the day the soil beneath us was one of the most interesting thing I thought could ever be in the graveyard, right after my lollipops that was. It's texture differed depending where it was located. But now that the most interesting being in the world sits in front of me it's become dull. Everything around me was in no way compared to have the same attention snatching quality as the boy in front of me.

He picks at the soil in front of me. He grasps it like he did the night before, desperately.

"Who the hell am I?"

"Someone who should be glad they didn't end up there. Jimin just keep your distance."

I try to get up but he holds onto my knees stopping me from doing so. I don't move so he does it for me, he places his cold hand on my cold jaw. With a soft movement he pushes it up and I forces me to stare into his lifeless eyes.

Even dead he's a true beauty.

"You're not a stranger."

He knows.

I try not to look so surprise but my eyes gave me away for he tries searching them with his.

"I'm right aren't I? We know each other?"

The last sentence punched a hole through my chest. He does not know who I was to him. Although the memories of us have disappeared from his memory and I should be thankful, I feel otherwise. All the times spent together in bed, driving his brother to school, and even the night we took our relationship from friends to something more have vanished. It hurt to think I would be left with images in my head no one else would have.

"Please say something."

I push his hands away from my face and get up. This time he doesn't try to stop me and let's me walk off. I silently thanked him for not doing so, I will have probably told him the truth if he had.

In life I would have never been able to do that but in death, I was forced to.

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