a/n: still the sad ending
HYEJIN
six years later.
Bolting up, I felt nauseous. Every year the nightmare returned, in full detail. I never completely got over it. I always had the nightmare but it always came in full horrific detail on the anniversary.
inhale. exhale.
I looked down at my promise ring, adjusted it, before walking downstairs to start breakfast and routine for the occasion.
It was a warm early spring morning, mildew still fresh on the grass. I laid down a blanket, before setting out a breakfast in the middle. The stone still looked new, marble and strongly engraved.
R.I.P PARK JIMIN.
13th October 1995 – 6th April 2017
He was a good man, who helped whoever asked or didn't.
He was a good friend, always there to laugh or comfort.
He was man like no other, who loved with every bone in his body.
I felt a tightening in my chest as the tears threatened to spill. I could almost feel his presence here, in his mother's flower garden, where we had shared memories upon memories. A small hand grazed my face, wiping the tear away.
"It's alright to cry." She hushed. How was she stronger than me?
Mrs Park came down the stairs seconds later with Ji-Hyun by her side. They both smiled faintly, but their red noses and eyes were noticeable and were no surprise. I felt sorry for Mrs. Park more than anyone. No mother should have to bury their child. We continued the early morning, sharing a meal prepared by both Mrs. Park and I, listing our favourite memories of Jimin, showing our favourite photos and sharing the plans we had before. We all ended in streams of tears.
"Look everyone, as much as I would want to stay here all day, I think we have an event to be at."
UNKNOWN
The audience filled quickly and little butterflies danced in my stomach. I pushed my braids back and went to the stage to join everyone else for the show. There was a large room in front of me, filled with seated adults. Little banners and handmade posters were featured along the walls, with HEROES written over them. Nervously, I played with my dress, picking at the hem, before my friend told me to stop.
One by one, everyone stood up reading from their sheet, some receiving adoration from the audience. I was saved till last. The man in the wings told me I should be the last to read
I scanned the room, past the heads and into the back, where I saw them all stood smiling and waving towards me. All three of them.
"Miracle?" A woman called. The butterflies rushed around my stomach and my heart got faster. I could feel myself blushing. The microphone stood in my hand and I brought it to my face while rising to my feet.
"My name is Miracle. I'm 5 years old. My hero is brave and selfless and caring. He saved those he loved most. I hope he is watching this, from wherever he is up in the sky. My Mummy says I'm a miracle from him. My hero is my Daddy, he saved my life."
The audience filled with adoring eyes and claps and I stood on my tippy-toes watching as Grandma and Uncle Ji-Hyun and Mummy, started crying with smiles on their faces. I looked up towards the doors at the end of the theatre, seeing a familiar figure smiling at me. I knew him from photos and countless bedtime stories told my mummy. My hero. My daddy. His smile made me smile too
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And there is my little sad ending.
idk, I didn't want to let that ending go to waste
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virtuous deception || pjm (editing)
Fanfiction- serious editing - pjm story, formerly known as lies and secrets 2nd place in BTS DNA book awards 2017 In the modern world, lying is a virtue. In the criminal world, to successfully deceive is survival.
