THAT NIGHT || Kim Taehyung

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I wish I could trust you once again but look, I don't even have chance for that.

Why? Because I'm dead.

"I'm so sorry. So fucking sorry. If I only I hadn't call him that night, he wouldn't be killed. It's all my fault. All my fucking fault." Your friend, Jimin said crying.

I didn't reply. I just sat there staring at your your photoframe that hung against the wall.
Beside that, a picture of us, making funny face to each other while holding hands.

A sad smile crept on my face remembering that day.

I looked at another picture, you were smiling at me and I directly looked at the camera trying not to laugh because you were tickling me lightly.

Those memories came back like a flood and I couldn't calm my aching heart.

"I don't deserve asking this but Can you- Can you forgive me? Please-" Jimin said pleading.

"It's not your fault Jimin." I said without looking at him.
"Don't blame yourself." I continued.

There was silence after that but soon the phone call ruined it.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Kim, I've found some clue which can lead to the killer." Officer Jeon said.

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