HURT °•P.J.M•°

18

°• Jimin POV •°

Month had passed and my whole life I was watching my friends' lives from the distance.

The day of my birthday they visit my grave and sang my favorite song.

I sang as well too.

They cried afterwards.

They tried to forget my death but it to hard for them.

I wish...

I was there with them...

It hurts...