Jaemin opened his eyes and found himself in a white room. He glanced everywhere, trying to figure out where he was. He felt weird. He felt light, he felt free and relieved.
But was he really relieved?
He wasn't wearing the clothes he wore previously. He was wearing all white silk.
And it hit him. He was dead.
"No."
He burst. He didn't want to go. He had so much in his life. He was going to finish school, he had his perfect boyfriend, his friends, everything. He's going to leave them all.
But he didn't really have much choice, does he?
Suddenly, a door opened and bright light reflected as if it was in the movie. Jaemin felt like he was attracted to it. He kept walking towards it, and stopped right infront of it.
"Goodbye all. I love you. Remember me."
He stepped out.
Na Jaemin
August 13, 2000 – February 18, 2020
