"Jimin I'm going. It's final." It had been a week since Elias' murder case had spread to the news, his family and friends now fully aware of his fate.
He wanted to go see them the day they had been told, but Jimin had told him it was too soon; that he'd just be hurt seeing his loved ones grieve over him. I know Elias waited a week. Jimin was telling him that this was still to short of a wait, trying to convince him to wait at least a month, maybe two. That was too long. Which would be the reason he walked through the wall and out of his conversation with the older spirit, then breaking into a sprint towards his house.
Though some they weren't affected in the slightest. As he steps slowed once his house number came into view, Elias saw the police car in his driveway and came to a full stop.
He walked slowly towards his front porch, small steps as he passed through the wall; hearing voices coming from the living room. It looked exactly as it did when Elias left it a week ago.
"Mrs. Moore I understand that you're grieving, but all the information you could give us would be extremely valuable." Elias heard what he assumed to be a police officer as he walked into the living room, heart shattering in two when he caught sight of his family. His dad had his strong face on. The one he wore when he was trying his best not to cry.
His brother's eyes were red and still watery, obvious that he had been shedding tears not long ago. Her son tried comfort her. Jimin was right. It was too soon. He watched as the police officer realised he wouldn't get much out of Mrs. Moore at the moment, turning to her son instead. "Jihyun is it?" His brother nodded. "Tell me about Elias." Jihyun took a deep breath and clasped his hands together. "Hyung was extremely hardworking, caring and kind. He was never rude to anybody." He stated shakily, voice still raw from crying. The officer nodded. "Hardworking? Did he stay out at work late often then?" He asked. "Sometimes he'd come home as late as two in the morning. He worked for an entertainment company, so there was always lots for him to do there. "Jihyun added.
"He was a choreographer at BigHit entertainment was he not?" The officer asked, Elias watching and leaning against the wall as his family nodded." He always stayed at the building late in the studio working on new choreographies. "His dad sighed." He didn't like being in the dark too long though, and he didn't have his license yet; so he took shortcuts walking home. "Which would explain where he was found. "Elias walked further into the room, sitting on the couch next to his brother and feeling tears well up in his eyes." Do you know of anyone Elias could have ... Got on bad terms with? "Mrs. Moore looked up and quickly shook her head." Of course not. "She exclaimed," As Jihyun said, Elias was extremely kind to everybody he came across. "The officer nodded and stood up, wiping The officer nodded and stood up, wiping down his wrinkled shirt. "I think that should be good. Thank you so much for your time, and I wish you the best." Elias stood up along with the officer and walked back through the front wall, not being able to stay in his house much longer.
Maybe one day he would return to see them, but today the atmosphere was too heavy, it was taking a toll on Elias. He sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets, biting back tears as he walked to the only other place he wanted to visit. --- The café was exactly as he remembered it, albeit his favorite barista wasn't working like he usually did. Taehyung was probably grieving too. He thought. Elias sighed and sat down at his usual table by the window, happy to see that it was empty. It really wouldn't matter if it wasn't considering that Elias was basically invisible, but it was more enjoyable to him. He stared outside at all of the people who were going about their day. All of the people who still had a home to go to at the end of the day, and all of the people who still had a future ahead of them.
Elias was jealous. Elias was sad. He was sad that he'd never hug his brother or secretly say goodnight to him when he got home at the crack of dawn. He was sad he'd never taste his mom's cooking again, or joke around with his dad. He was sad he'd never have fun with his friends again on his days off, or teach them one of his new choreographies just for the hell of it. He was sad he'd never get to have fun with his idol group again. They always had said that he was their favorite choreographer, given that he was more around their age they related to him more.
But now he was gone, and they'd need to find a replacement for him.
Elias was completely consumed by his thoughts, not even noticing when somebody approached him. Of course, he thought it was another spirit, given what Jimin had told him the day he died. "You looked kind of sad, so I had my boss whip you up a drink on the house." Elias stared incredulously at the bartender who stood in front of him, his youthful face framed by raven hair and making him look not much older than Elias was before.
He looked down at his drink, then to how the bartender looked back behind the counter and flashed a smile before looking back at Elias.
"Spirits can only communicate with other spirits, and the person who took their life."
Elias whispered to himself remembering what Jimin had told him.
"You killed me."
