28 April
Year 22

I knew what happened to Taehyung all those years ago.
Even if I pretended to be oblivious an uneasy feeling would
come over me unexpectedly, whether it be in
a momentary action, expression or tone.

I went to the police station frequently and
saw wounds on my body.
It was a nightmare.
I'd had a nightmare.

It was because I was waiting for Taehyung to speak for himself.
On the other hand, I was wondering if I was even
entitled to go through such troubles.

I pretended to be older and mature,
but I wasn't even able to protect myself
when my friends became more guarded
to the world around them.

Everyone thinks they are mature, but I wasn't a real adult.
I wasn't able to comprehend the reality before me.

"Yoongi Hyung is dead."
Taehyung had a nightmare too.
I sat with my shoulders hunched for a long time.
I didn't even think of wiping away Taehyung's tears and comforting him.
"The dream was so real, Hyung," he said.
"But it seems like it's only a dream..."

"Don't go where you are,"
he said, his voice trembling.