P.J.

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I'm on my bed. The girl haunting my mind. I still couldn't believe she was in that car. She was so close to me. If I had honked, maybe she would have seen me. Would she be happy? Would she be sad? Oh god, did we leave things on bad terms? Is that why mother doesn't tell me anything about the girl? I wish she would just tell me.

It's like that saying, "It's better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all." Even if those memories of her were sad, I still want to know. Mother said she kept all my old yearbooks. What if I read one? Why haven't I thought of this before! She said she was going out with friends tonight. This means I can try to maybe figure out her name! I have hope. It feels nice.

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