DONT BE SAD | yoonmin.

Twenty-seven

I went back to the doctor today.

My mother won't stop crying.

My father doesn't cry, he never cries. But he was pale and holding my mother.

I was empty, dead inside. And soon I'll be dead. Dead.

I didn't want to die, it was a scary feeling. To think about your death.

Before I hadn't minded so much. But now I didn't want to leave Jimin.

What would he do without me?

Would he replace me?

Was I easy to replace?

I hoped so.

Because like the doctor had said I'm going to be gone in a couple of days.