Everyday begins with expectation and ends with experience.

Days went by before I received the next letter, and everyday I spent worrying about who was watching me, watching over my shoulder and waiting for the next letter. And every day ended with the same result. No letter, no stalker, no explanation.

I spent my energy of keeping the letters a secret. I was scared, but I couldn't seek comfort in anyone. I couldn't tell my parents, it would be devastating to know someone was threatening their daughter, disguised as their deceased son. I couldn't tell my friends, because really I had a hard time opening up to them again. I couldn't tell Jimin because...

As said, days went by without receiving a letter, until one specific day.

One day after work, I checked the letter box as I had made a habit of doing. I was paranoid. I didn't want my father to find a letter again and accidentally read it. I didn't want my parents to know. So I'd made it a habit to check the letter box often, just in case.

But this day there actually was a letter. I had quickly grabbed it and went inside of my room.

I had opened the letter and chills went down my spine as I read it.

Peaches, I thought naming him would make you more careful. Now you know what I'm capable of, you don't want the same thing to happen to Jimin, do you?

Goosebumps rose all over my body. I felt cold and ill as my head started hurting. I froze as I hit a state of fear that dug deep within me and found my worst nightmares.

"Now you know what I'm capable of,"

A stream of thoughts washed through my brain, making me tired from the overstrain. 

Naming him. I'm capable of. Jimin.

I repeated the words over and over in my head in a state of panic.

Naming him, my brother.

Capable of, killing him.

Jimin.

Did this person have anything to do with my brother's death?

I had never heard the full story of how my brother died, other than the roads being slippery. I had denied wanting to hear about the investigation of the accident. But, was it really just an accident?

I don't want the same thing happening to Jimin, I thought. Was this person threatening me to do it again?

What this person wanted, I wasn't sure of, but I sensed the danger about them. I wanted to find out who it was—I needed to.

But, as of right now, I had no clue to who it could be. It could be someone close to me, it could be someone I barely knew. It was scary as hell.

But the scariest part was the fact that the only person that had been able to bring back a smile to my face and glow in my eyes, was threatened through me.

I did not want the same thing to happen to Jimin. I needed Jimin. I loved him.

So, I pushed him away.

Maybe it was stupid. Maybe I was irrational, dumb and naive. 

Maybe it was a good decision. Maybe I was doing the right thing.

I didn't know, and that scared me.

I didn't know what this person was capable of and I didn't want to know.

I stopped answering Jimin's calls. I replied dryly to his texts. I didn't approach him and I didn't initiate any contact with him.

But damn him how he wouldn't let go of me.

He kept calling, he kept texting and he kept approaching me. He kept trying. He was confused as to why I was being so cold. I felt spiteful.

And I didn't last long.

Jimin made me feel warm when the coldness hit. I couldn't ignore him for long. I couldn't act as if I didn't love him. I did love him. He was the person I loved the most in the entire world.

And another side story—he asked me to be his girlfriend.

It was nothing like I'd ever imagined. He picked me up after work, I was still being kind of hesitant about keep seeing him—I was still scared. He sensed how I was still cautious about something and he never knew why. He popped the question right then.

I was shocked. A few days earlier I had almost cut off all contact with him, and in that moment he asked me to be his girlfriend.

I had visited my brother's grave in the time after. I asked him for advice. I asked him what he would do. I asked him if it was right of me to not push Jimin away. I asked him who killed him. I told him about my new boyfriend. I asked him if it was dangerous for Jimin to keep seeing me.

The wind's breeze was the only respond to my questions. I didn't speak nature. I didn't understand what he was saying. Raindrops started falling from the sky. The few quickly became many and at last it poured down on me as I was kneeled in front of Jaemun's stone.

The rain covered me like a blanket. My hair fell heavily in front of my face and my clothes got drenched. The rain was heavy but mild. It was the beginning of may and the water that hugged me tightly left me with a cozy feeling.

It didn't strike me once how weird it was that a smile crept onto my face. It felt as if the breeze was his voice, and the rain his embrace. So even though I couldn't hear him or see him, I could feel him, deep within me.

But I never got an answer.

a.n.

Very short chapter, but I didn't see the need to add unnecessary things to it