Always You

Try To Fight

  open your eyes. he lifts his head. met with the sight of jimin sitting criss crossed on the floor a few feet away. the older boy smiles sweetly at him. 'you're finally here.' taehyung looks away. 'are you going to keep ignoring me everytime you come?' 'you know that i don't ignore you, jimin.' the male sitting on the floor props and elbow on his knee, resting his chin on his fist. 'true, but, you did when i was alive.' their conversations always lead to this. 'how was i supposed to know?' the long-haired male shouts. 'how could you not tell?' his friend shouts back, 'everything about me changed when it got worse! but happy little taehyung never fucking noticed! why? because he never fucking cared!' tae clenches his fists. 'i loved you, jimin. you were all that ever mattered to me...' jimin nods mockingly. 'sure you did, that's obviously not why I'm dead. just died from too much of your love, right?' the younger boy doesn't answer. 'again with the ignoring. every night it comes to this. why don't you just accept it?' 'let me go.' jimin smiles. 'i'm not holding you captive. just because you can never stand from that chair, doesn't mean that it's my doing. maybe i should be the one saying that. let me go, taehyung.' jimin stands from the floor, casually walking towards his former boyfriend. 'sad, really,' he states, taking tae's arms into his hands, 'you spent less than a year with depression, yet you already turned to self-harm and ruined your precious skin. guess it won't make a difference if I do the same.' all at once, the pain hits him. jimin sinks his nails into the younger boy's arms, drawing blood immediately. taehyung releases and ear piercing scream. wake up.