The week dragged on by so slowly.
and so did the nights.
eventually, Friday came, and I put on my best black suit and shoes.
The day of the funeral.
It was so difficult, trying to not burst into tears.
My mother had her arm around my shoulder, my dad likewise, and your mother and father sat with us, sobbing.
It was horrible.
Horribly sad, horribly difficult, horribly awakening.
It made me realise that, like a candle, life can be snuffed out in an instant, by things good or by things bad.
In your case, it was sadly by a bad thing.
At the end of the service, before the curtain drew around your coffin, I walked up to you, looking through the glass.
Your eyes were shut and you were in a suit.
In your hands was the Dahlia I gave you.
I shed a tear and stroked the glass, looking down at you.
Slipped in between your finger and thumb was a piece of paper.
It read:
'I love you, Jimin.'
I couldn't help but smile and cry.
"I love you too, Jungkook" I whispered, wiping away my tears.
Then the curtain was drawn.
My parents were waiting outside for me, whilst talking to your parents.
They stopped to speak to me.
"We're going to the wake now Jimin. are you going to come too?" dad asked.
"I have plans," I said, walking down the gravel path and getting on my bicycle.
I knew exactly where I was going.
Exactly what to do.
I cycled through the town, through the forest until I reached the lake.
and I sat there for what felt like forever, waiting for the stars.
because I knew that's where you would be.
- Jimin