"I d-don't understand.", Yoongi said, his voice shaking and ridgid. His headache slowly fading away but he didn't dare say anything knowing Sana would probably latch off of him.
For him it hasn't been long since he saw his friend Sana, he thinks he slept a night- woke up, now she's acting so funny.
But he's dead.
"You're dead.", she said. As if she hadn't already said it, Yoongi just didn't understand.
"What?", Yoongi scoffed. It made sense, he couldn't eat- everything tasted of metal, he didn't feel the need to drink- it pained him to try.
And he just felt empty in his stomach zone.
"Y-you died.", Sana said, herself breaking as she never once believed it was true until now. She only believed it now because she thought she was losing her mind.
Ghosts are real. They can't be, it's physically impossible for them to be so.
Yoongi was still taken back, even though it made sense he couldn't think. How could he have died if he's here and able to be held by Sana?
Sana didn't believe in ghosts, and if she did even slightly she believed in the cliché, see through ones that go through walls and have beady red eyes that try and kill you.
"Ok.", was all Yoongi said in response. He wasn't reacting like how he felt; he felt the need to run- the need to get away from Sana like she's the issue here and she was crazy.
She wasn't.
"Yoongi. I'm not joking, I'm not crazy.", Sana said. "I'll prove it."
*I'm slowly realizing how shit story is.*
