*Sigh*
"Hey, it's Jimin. It's been a week. A week of pretending my pillow is... Yoongi." Jimin sniffed, his throat getting choked up. "Heh, it's good you can't see me right now. Yoongi... He was happy, I swear. But maybe, that happiness was a mask to hide what was happening in his head." He paused again, biting his lip so he didn't cry.

"We were so happy. We bought this tiny condo... He was happy. He had no... Symptoms of depression, not since highschool." Jimin seemed to realize something. The next time he spoke, it was with anger. "He looked so damn happy! What's it to just say 'hey I have depression'? It uses up one thing, oxygen! I could've helped him." He seemed to deflate, his voice quieter and with sorrow. "I could've helped..."

"MIN YOONGI GODDAMNIT YOU TOOK YOUR OWN LIFE! YOU LEFT ME HERE, ALONE! YOU WERE MY LIFE, YOU ARE MY LIFE!" And for the first time, he seemed to realize, he could do what Yoongi did. "But I won't do what you did, Yoongi. That was cowardly. I'm not a coward... If I had one wish, just one, I'd bring you back. It's not what you want, but you'd be back. You could get help, I could help you. Yoongi, I want to help you. But you're gone."

And Jimin finally cried. He curled up, chin on knees, and cried, shoulders shaking with each sob.

Yoongi watched through the closed door, wishing he could go back to Jimin. He, too, curled up on the floor and cried. His translucent body, though, allowed no tears.

Both cried, wishing for each other. But now, there was no way to have the other half.

A/N so for those who are confused, ghosts (Yoongi) can inhabit the living world with permission, but are not able to converse or make themselves known to the living. Most of the time, ghosts are in the underworld (heaven, Hades' kingdom, whatever you call it.)

Also the recording stopped after a while in case you were wondering.

Sorry this is sad, bai~