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"He loved this stupid old swimming pool.", Jimin said, his legs dangling off the side getting his black leggings covered in mud and filth but he didn't care. He never cared.
Sana was crouched beside him, listening to her friends words of nothing spewing out in place of his tears that had been uncontrollable for days.
That's all it's been; days, days since his death and days of pure grieving.
University isn't the same, it's a rather dull place without their friend and an even duller place when the professors are constantly sending 'I'm sorry for your loss' letters or asking if your alright and if you need to talk to someone.
"I don't want to go back.", Jimin said, sniffling softly. Sana rubbed his back softly, herself tearing up at the sad boy beside her.
"For him.", she pleaded. "It's all he wanted, if you gave up your career he'd be disappointed."
Jimin has hardly gotten up and done anything for himself lately, everything has been planning the funeral or university.
Slowly he's been losing hope, his sadness getting to the point where Sana might need to take him somewhere. He was scaring her.
Sana helped the weak boy to his feet, brushing off the back of his legs for him and guiding him back to the car. "Buckle up, Jimin.", she said, Jimin groaned forgetting basic safety hazards.
