months later
Sana fixed things with Jimin. It took so much time but eventually he did forgive her, he was in therapy and on more anti-depressants then she thought humanly possible.
It was working, he was getting better. Nobodies talked about the funeral or their lost friend since, Sana changed in smaller ways; started wearing makeup, dressing to her liking instead of what was 'normal attire', and just small things like that.
Not a day had past that she didn't think of him. Wondered who did it, why, how, and when. When had he died, how did nobody see it happen or see where the last place he went was?
Sana has been curious for a while now. Voices yelling at her and urges to go to random places, well, before class started Sana had that exact urge and it was bothering her.
She headed down to the drug store just a little bit away from the dorms. "Why am I here?", she whispered, slamming her car door and walking in.
She needed shampoo and conditioner so really coming here wasn't the worst thing. She headed to the back, just across from the pills and other medication counter, where the soap was and collected what she needed.
Aspirin. She headed to the medicine isles, scanning the shelves quickly until giving up and saying forget it but that's when she bumped into someone.
"Wow that's embarrassing, my apologies.", she bowed, feeling stupid for talking to herself instead of apologizing straight away.
"You can make it up to me by telling me where Aspirin is.", a familiar voice spoke, Sana shot backwards- dropping the soaps onto the ground not caring if they broke open or not.
She backed up, her eyes widening in fear; terror even. "Y-Yoongi?", she spoke, the name so alien to her now.
She had to be dreaming, she had been smoking late last night perhaps the side effects hadn't worn off. "Yeah...?", he spoke, confused to why his friend was acting funny.
"This isn't happening, I'm still high wow!", she said starting to walk away, but then she felt a hand on her arm gently trying to turn her around.
He was confused, why is she acting so weird? "Are you ill?", he asked, brushing a strand of hair that was caught in her mascara coated eyelashes from her panicked moving.
"Are you?!"
"I have a killing headache, it won't go away. But no, I'm not.", he replied, puckering his lips together. "What's wrong with you?"
"You died!", she almost yelled, covering her mouth with one of her hands. Her breath was shaky, everything was- how was he standing right here, she keeps believing she's dreaming.
"I did?", he asked, almost laughing at her words. "How could I have died? I'm right here."
