You were too late. He had slipped through your fingers. The fear of never being enough for others incapacitated him. Jimin had been running from his fears for too long, tears and sweat streaming down his face. A bullet had brought him down. You couldn't bear seeing him sink to his knees as blood stained his shirt, mixing with his sweat. You may have been dressed in black, but the arrows you carried were not for him. They served to protect him from his twisted memories, but you had failed.
"Don't leave me. Please stay. I don't know what I'll do without you." You whispered to his cold body as you held him in your arms, your voice trembling. "Why Park Jimin? Why?!" You screamed into the forest as tears washed your dirty face.
The sunlight that occasionally touched you burned with joy and love, but it only made you feel worse. Your only source of joy was dead. The cool shadows of sorrow pulled you into its embrace.
"Yoongi," the darkness soothingly whispered. "Give in to the voices and the shadows. Jimin is gone now. Your joy cannot protect you anymore." Trees opened up as if to save you, letting the sun shine down. Tears slipped from your eyes, but the burning hope felt a little better than the cold depression.
