I don’t know when all of this began. It was as if I met him yesterday, but now thanks to what I did he is gone. Now I lay down in my bed with a heavy heart aching that he will come back. But now he never will. I will never get to hold or kiss him again. It’s my fault why he is dead. Maybe if I didn’t shove him then that car would never have hit him. If I didn’t assume he was cheating on me with the guy next door then he would still be here. There was soft knock on my door. “Yoongi let me in. It’s been a month,” the voice spoke softly.

“So what if it’s been a month? He is gone because of me,” My voice responded, slightly cracking. Tears forming in my eyes. I remember every detail of his sweet, angelic face. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. His light pink hair, his big soft brown eyes, his plump pink lips, and his little button nose. I loved how he wore clothes that were oversized on him that covered his petite, but muscular figure making him seem smaller.

“Yoongi he wouldn’t want you to suffer like this. He loved you. Please let me in and help you,” The voice spoke with a hint of sadness in their voice. I slowly got up and unlocked my bedroom door to see Hoseok. My eyes watered even more, the tears beginning to fall. It’s been weeks since I talked to anyone. Hoseok wrapped his arms around me as I let out a soft sob. My soft sobs turned into louder, heartbreaking sobs. My body shook with each sob. I held onto Hoseok as if my life depended on it.

“I just miss him so much and I want him to know I am sorry for what I did, but now he will never come back,” I sobbed. Hoseok wiped away my tears as they fell.

“I miss him too and I am sure he knows you’re sorry,” Hoseok said in a soothing tone. It was almost in a tone a mother would use to comfort her child. I let out a few shaky breaths to calm myself down. The tears didn’t budge in my eyes, staying in their place.

“I just wish I told him I love him. I wish I listened to him,” I spoke, holding back a sob as the thoughts came back to mind.

“Yoongs he knows you love him. I am here to help you. I am not gonna let you suffer alone,” Hoseok replied, a serious look on his face. I held onto Hoseok and sobbed into the night. Remembering a man named Park Jimin.