Jimin POV
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Treading around felt different once I came back to the normal world.
I left everything behind that I loved, leaving Noir and all my friends behind.
Sometimes this isn't what I wanted, but Noir had a point.
I have to continue living on.
I have to continue living for his memory.
I went to your grave and put new flowers down. I turned around as I felt someone touch my shoulder but there wasn't anyone there. I sighed and walked back to my house and plopped onto my bed crying for hours, until I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning, it was strange sleeping in my bed. It felt different, as if someone was meant to be there. I teared up and so I started getting ready.
My mom called I psychiatrist and so I went, for what seemed like months in a room I finally finished with her. I said thanks and made my way out.
I felt terrible for the situation that me and Jungkook were in, I questioned myself.
What if I died instead?
A bunch of questions swirled around my head.
So I decided to get drunk and have a bit of fun by myself in a club.
I got wasted, and was dancing on random strangers not caring if my image was slutty or not.
After a bit of time after laying on the ground outside the club, I called a cab to get home.
I came home and so I was bored so I laid on top of my bed waiting to drift off asleep.
As I was about to, I saw my tv screen flicker on and so I went to turn it off but I saw the message on it and my eyes opened wide.
"I'm still here Jimin."
I opened my eyes and looked around making sure I was living. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
"Impossible..?"
"Nothing is impossible."
I flinch as I hear the sudden voice, so familiar..
I walk to my bathroom and splash some water on my face.
"I am not dreaming I am not--"
"YOU ARENT DREAMING!"
"I can't believe it Jungkook, I missed you so much!" I said looking around.
"I missed you so much as well Jimin."
I started tearing up.
"I have a lot to tell you."
(Couple months later)
I stayed home most of the time, talking to Jungkook.
I went to the psychiatrist still and she seemed to understand my problems, she helped me be more cheerful during the days he actually wasn't here.
"I'm glad your still here Jungkook."
"I'm glad your still here too."
End.
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This is the last ending of the entire story, I hope you enjoyed the book!
I might do a sequel to this ending.
What do you think Y/N?
