𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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I think knowing that she was able to find something beautiful out of this has helped her, too. Acid has always had a stronger mindset and chooses to hide her emotions better than others, but I knew as well as anyone else it was a front.

As far as our relationship goes, we keep in touch and have gotten along fairly decent over the year. It's still a rocky road, but we're willing to try and fix the bond that was broken. I still don't see her as my sister yet, but I know one day I will. Right now, we're focusing on a strong friendship, which is a little challenging since she's in prison, but when there's effort, there's a way.

My father and I are still the same. He's got a few good years left in prison, so he'll have a lot of time to reflect. He hasn't reached out as much, and I believe it's because he doesn't know what to say. I've tried reassuring him and reaching out, but at the moment, I don't think he can handle it. I'm waiting for him to reach out to me first to give him time.

He's not the perfect, mature man, and I understand he's gone through troubles, too, but I hope he comes out of this situation with a lesson learned. I want to see him get better and watch him slowly mature without me to take care of him this time. I understand he had to do what he thought was best in our lives, but he relied on me too much.

I still love him and always will, and I'll help him if he truly needs it, but I won't support him any longer. It's time he steps up and makes his own life without me beside him holding his hand. I'm glad he's putting distance between us, so I'm hoping it will make him forced to grow up a tad.

The mayor and Ghost's men were sentenced to life in prison after the trial. I was thankful it was over at least. It was difficult to move on, but I felt better knowing they wouldn't be out on the streets anymore and couldn't cause more pain to others.

There have been major changes to our lives, and we continue to see shifts in them, but for the most part, life has shown us we can be happy.

I smile at the journal as I end my daily writing with the word happy. Taehyung encouraged me to start journaling some of my emotions like he once did, and I decided to try it. It's been three months since I started writing down my thoughts and feelings, and I'll admit it helps a lot more than I originally thought it would.

I sigh contently as I put my black pen down and shut my blue journal for the day.

Standing from the small, white desk, I exit the quiet room and walk into the living room of our newly bought, lodge house.

Jungkook's sitting on the large, black sectional, and the lights are turned off. It's nighttime, the snow is falling heavily outside, and he's got the fire blazing warmly. The television is on but paused on a black screen.

"So cozy," I speak up while rounding the couch and sitting beside him. I lay my head on his shoulder while his other hand comes around me and rubs my arm.

"I was waiting for you," he admits while kissing the top of my head. When I look down at the coffee table in front of us, I see chocolate chip cookies and hot chocolate with marshmallows.

"What's all this?" I ask with a shy laugh. He sits up and grabs a mug of hot chocolate and hands it to me while grabbing his own.

"I'm just..." he shrugs for a minute, trying to find the right words, "so proud of you, Vee. You've come a long way, and I'm proud to watch your smile come back."