Days Thereafter

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I don’t even know what to think. I physically hurt, my mind feels empty, emotionally I feel dead. I’ve uncovered so much, yet I can’t do anything about any of it. I can’t ever see Megan again. Jin has betrayed me in the deepest way possible and Jimin lied to me.

“Miss, are there any other injuries we need to know about?” I shake my head at the nurse and see her write something down on my chart.

“An officer is going to come and ask you some questions, okay?” I look away from her hands to her face, looking at her kind face. I don’t answer and her smile slowly drops as she walks away from me. A minute later I see a man dressed in all black walk towards me.

“Hello miss, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” I nod, looking back down at the floor.

“Okay first, what’s your relation to Go Ara?”

All that runs in my head is how she savagely attacked me.

“She was a coworker and the ex-girlfriend to my current boyfriend.”

“Did she have any problems with your relationship with the guy?”

“I’m going to assume she did.” I say a little too sarcastically.

“Okay, I understand. Now what’s your relation to Kim Seokjin?” I feel a lump rising in my throat.

“He is the friend of my boyfriend.” I mutter.

“Do you know him very well.”

“No.”

“Do you have any idea on why he would have been at the site of the crime? Was he working with Ara?”

“No.”

“Thank you that’s all.”

This is my second time being in a hospital because of Jimin, because of Ara, because I decided to study abroad here.

I just want to go home.
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I’m able to leave the hospital 6 hours later, and the nurses tell me that Jin will be able to leave tomorrow. I was also informed that Go Ara is nowhere to be found. I hunt down and taxi and decide to call my mom and tell her everything. By the end of the conversation we’re both in tears and she’s begging me to come back.

“I’ll book a flight tomorrow, I promise.”

“I’ll make sure you never see that boy again, and hopefully they find that woman soon. Book that flight the minute you can and know that I love you.”

“I love you too mom. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

I hang up the phone and lean my head back, feeling the soreness everywhere and the throbbing ache of my head.

“We’re here miss.” I hand the man the fare and exit the cab, dreading everyone I’m going to see.

I walk down the hallway and stop before entering the apartment.

I can hear yelling and talking.

I can hear everyone but Jin.

I take a deep breath and open the door, making it clear that I was there. Their voices quieted to nothing.

I walk around the corner and see some sitting, some standing in the living room. Jimin rushes over to me and takes my hands in his. I just stare blankly at his face, not sure what I should be feeling towards him, if anything at all.

“I’m sorry, are you okay? Do you want to rest?” I nod and let him lead me to the bedroom. I turn and meet eyes with the rest of them.

All of them pity me.

We get into the room and he starts to pull back the blankets and fluff up the pillows.

“I’m sorry this is all I can do for you right now.” He doesn’t meet my eyes.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.” He looks up at me with tears in his eyes.

“I was afraid of that… I was really hoping this would be like some twisted fairytale. I want us to be a happily ever after. But I understand.” He walks over to me and wipes away the tears running down my face.

“You lied to me.” I whisper. His eyes are red, tears brimming over, his nose read and shiny too, but he still is the same charming guy I fell in love with. Seeing him cry makes my heart hurt. But I’m hurting too.

“I didn’t know what she was doing. She isn’t important to me, you are!” his voice rises. He runs his fingers through his hair, then pulls me closer, pulling my lips to his.

I let him kiss me for a second and then turn away.

“I’m tired of being hurt.”

“You won’t be anymore, I promise. I love you so much that I told them I was going to quit singing. I want to have a life with you. We can move to the countryside and raise a family. We can go to America and live with your mom. We could go to Australia if you wanted. But please don’t give up on me, on us. I love you.” His tears run down his chin. his arms squeeze me a little tighter.

I swallow down my tears.

“I’m going home Jimin. Alone. And you’re not going to quit singing. Singing is who you are. This wasn’t going to last anyway. Me just going home now is going to save us pain later. I’m not right for you anyway. We’re not right for each other. There has been to much death and pain for us to be together. Love can’t bring anyone back or erase anything.” I let the blunt honesty hang in the air. He doesn’t say anything but just lets me walk towards the bed.

I climb under the blankets and let the tears run down my face freely. I feel his presence, him climbing under the blanket as well.

“Can I just hold you this last time then?”his voice full of tears. I nod and turn around, circling my arms around him, his around me. We hold each other tenderly and close. We let our tears and kisses mix till sunrise.
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The days thereafter were filled with even more tears. I went home to my mom. I’ve never seen her cry as hard as she did when she saw all the bruises, cuts, and bandages. I stayed home. I didn’t go out. Every time Jimin tried to call me I was overcome with more sadness. Sadness because I knew I would never see the love of my life again. Our story was tragic, but beautiful. I would never be able to love anyone else as much as I loved him. He was my world.

And he ruined my life. He ruined me.

Notes

This is the end. I hope you guys all liked the story. I felt like it needed this type of ending, but I am a little regretful I didn't make it longer. This is the official end! Thank you for reading!