Jimin wakes up the next morning with a dull ache in his heart, his head was aching from crying too much last night.

He makes his way to the bathroom, looking into the mirror.

The boy he saw in the mirror looked nothing like him, his skin was paler than usual, his hair was a mess and his nose was red from all that crying.

Jimin's eyes traveled to the jar full of anti-depressants and the sharp razor blade lying beside it.

'You're the reason why your child is dead.'

'I despise you.'

A chill runs up his spine at the words, another tear escapes his eyes as he thinks of all of the things she had said in her letters.

'You're just an attention-seeking whore.'

Jimin looks at the razor blade and then towards the bottle of anti-depressants before quickly shaking those thoughts away.

Jimin returns to the living room, the letters he had finished reading were scattered around on the floor, the box was intact on the couch and a blanket lay in the ground where Jimin was sitting earlier.

He looks at the window and then at the clock on the wall which showed '2 AM', he has only been asleep for three hours.

Jimin sighs, as the thoughts in his head kept driving him insane. He got up and walked towards the kitchen, his eyes scanned the contents of his refrigerator looking for the beer bottle.

Jimin smiles happily as he found out, he kicks the fridge door close and resumed his previous position on the floor with the blanket wrapped tightly around him.

Jimin drinks silently while staring at the starry sky above, mesmerised by it.

"Only if Y/N was here." Jimin mumbles quietly, it was only now that it truly hit him how lonely he was.

Jimin was all alone with only a bottle of beer as his source of happiness.