i don't know why i'm writing to you a week after you died,, but my therapist said it'd be a good idea to respond to your previous messages,, so here i am.
honestly i think this whole, let me write to you although you're already dead like it'll make a difference,, thing is stupid.
i don't want to write to you...
i want to see you.
i want to be able to be with you again,, and have fun like we used to...
but i can't and instead this journal is my substitute..
i fucking hate it..
i blame myself for being the reason you died alone.
the reason you died in general to be honest.
i feel so terrible for not being there for you yoong..
you died..
and i wasn't there to mourn or say goodbye,, or even hold your hand one last time.
and i'm so mad..
at myself,, the world,, my family,, my friends,, the floor,, anything and everything.
i don't understand why you didn't call me,, or text me,, or send someone for me.
i should've been there yoong..
but i wasn't..
and for that,,
i will never forgive myself..
YOU ARE READING
Reunited™
Fanfiction"because living without you,, is a nightmare." sequel to best friends™ [hoseok's p.o.v] °trigger warning°