Sinon's POV

We sat on the edges of the building as silence descended onto us. After my attempt to possibly murder V, profound emotions and thoughts hurled inside my head, waiting for me to explode anytime soon. It felt stupid that V said he loves me, though we just met last week. I jumped to a conclusion that he's deluding himself with adolescent thoughts when you immediately fall in live with someone without effort to take it one step at a time, I know what love is, and that was not a way to show it. The only thing that truly caught my attention is when he said he knew me, way before Min. I was provoked to just drop him on the spot, daring to mention her name, it's like he's having a death wish. But, I was immediately stopped when I saw his solemn tears. My heart skipped a beat and a butterflies stirred in my stomach, misplacing him on the edges of the building, almost dying in the process.

I inwardly scoffed, he better have a good explanation!

"V, speak." I firmly said, facing him with a dark expression as he sat there not meeting my eyes, even though it was obvious that he wants to, seeing his head flinch upwards then back down to the concrete floor.

"When we were in elementary, I was your classmate." He started. "I pitied that people accuse you of being mute, of being an outcast. Your face was always etched with a scowl whenever someone tried to comfort you or tried to communicate. You were misunderstood. Everything about your demeanor was strained, no matter how tough you act on the outside, with a trained eye all I could see was a confused girl, trying to make her way through life. No matter how much it itched me to talk to you, I refrained myself, afraid that you'll turn me down just like everyone else. When I mustered enough courage to talk to you, dauntless of the rejection you might give, she beat me to it. She never left your side, even if you gave her the cold shoulder or have beaten her physically, she never left your side. She deemed you as misunderstood, just like I did."

I bit my lip in order to prevent myself from crying. Memories of my unforgivable acts came flooding down my mind. I gritted my teeth and held a fistful of my hair, pulling it from the roots. V noticed my sudden change of demeanor and paused for a while, once I was calm, he continued reluctantly, as if getting to the part that he didn't want me to know. With a gulp he continued anyways.

"Our parents fought with our relatives about the death of my mom. Me and my dad was evicted from the household, with nowhere to go, we stayed our last months in this city in a dilapidated apartment unit since it was the cheapest in town. My dad said that we needed to move out of the city once and for all, but I refused. I still didn't get the chance to talk to you yet. Day after day, I saw no progress was made with you, but I saw you change. Through all those mean words and sassy remarks, you were secretly enjoying her presence. And if that continued, I felt that you two will be inseparable. That you can learn to love without me. One day, when the household was temporarily deserted, I snuck in. I went into Min's room and read her diary. I heard her say that every single minute that happened in he life was there written in her diary. I was so desperate to know how her life was spent with you. I yearned for the feeling to be happily conversing with you, to have lunch together, to spend more time together. It said you were happy. I left because I know that I had nothing left to lose, that I'll leave knowing that no one would even cared." His statement was said in a soft whisper, a glint of shame in his tone

"V...." I tried to make the right words to say, but nothing came out. I processed all that in my head, soon noticing a few fractions.

Household.

There's no other household in town rather than in Min's family, or maybe there is another one in this city. From my sources, there's no other households in this city, other than Min's. I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Are there any other households here?" I asked, resting both my elbows on my thighs while the ends of my fingers was fidgeting uncomfortably.

"There's only one." He deadpanned as I felt my heart stop. "I know what you're thinking." He whispered.

"To put it bluntly, she's a relative of mine."

I felt myself choking on my own spit. V being part of Min's family! That's too much to take in in ten minutes. Min has never mentioned of a cousin or whatever he is to her.

"You said Min had a diary." I mumbled more to myself, then turned to face V. "Do you still have it?"

He looked at me skeptically before shaking his head no. The last remaining bits of hope drained from my system.

"Do you have an idea where it might be?" I asked, still pressing the subject. I desperately looked at him, his gaze still locked on the ground. I frowned in disappointment and stood up about to leave.

"Yes." He muttered a little bit too late. His eyebrows furrow in determination and gave me an assuring grin.

"There's a chance that her diary is still in the chest of her room, but I'm not sure if it's still there since the last time I saw it is when I was ten. That's eight years ago so I can't assure that it'll still be-"

"Wait! Eight years?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes," he responded in a drawly manner.

"So you're older than me? Why do you call me noona?"

"Noona, that's besides the point-

"You did it again!" I exclaimed through gnashing teeth.

"Do you want to see Min's diary or not?"

I huffed in annoyance as he led us out the building. Reading Min's diary won't be seen as worthy of your time for a normal person. But it meant everything to me, hearing her thoughts and see everything from her perspective. I'll truly know if this is partially my fault. That all along she secretly hated me during our time together. I had to loosen up the tight knot in my stomach, I have to know what she thinks about me.

I'll know if the old hag's lying her way through this.

Both of us clung on the bus handles, standing on the floor since all the seats were taken. With a frown etched on my face, I processed everything he said. He manned up and said his feelings to me, and I only focused on Min related topics. Her diary, her household, her feelings. That only seemed to matter to me, though V is taking it well than I anticipated it to be. He kept a determined face, like planing about how we're going to sneak in the well secured household without being caught. He seems to be looking forward to this.

We stopped near our neighborhood and decided to walk to the household on foot.

The farthest and largest mansion was indeed theirs, located at the dead end of the road. A mile away from the house, we could perfectly see its details, and for the past few years, nothing changed except the fact that it's almost deserted.

A large gate embedded with their family symbol stood in front, household troops surrounding the area like usual, they noticeably lessened in members and equipment, now wielding a mere taser. I can imagine the intense culture shock V's probably experiencing, but he kept a blank expression, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, swallowing the trauma that he encountered in that house.

We hid beneath the shadows as he discussed the plan he thought just a while at the bus, and from what it seems, it's full proof. Unless, one of us messes up and ends up in a juvenile detention center for breaking and entering.

He told me that we have to go at the back of the household, meaning we have to go through the dark woods. I used my cellphone flashlight and lessened its luminosity so we could get in unnoticed. There were no guards surrounding the area, but barbed wires surrounded the decayed, mossy wall. He looked at me reluctantly, his convincing stare said that it's not to late to back out. I responded with a glare, not directed to him entirely as I propped my hands and feet to the holes time and deterioration made and climbed up the approximately 3 meter wall. V whispered my name back, and with a few grunts he followed behind me.

I salvaged through the wire, my thick layer of clothing protecting me from a possibly worse wound, gaining only a few scratches on my hand.

I'm such a dumbass. What happens now? Jump down the 10 feet high? I know I sound like a wuss, and you're probably saying that 'you'll only get minor injuries' well guess what, I'm still in the process of healing my wounds, the wound from my knuckles barely left, so does the abrasion on my palm.

Once V untangled the wires from his shirt, he winced while crawling in the space with no wires next to me.

"Okay, let's jump." He exhaled.

"What?" Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and plunged downwards, dragging me with him. His palm stifled my shriek as we fell on a bush full of roses breaking our fall. V held me protectively in his arms, his unwrapped arms scratched by the thorns of the roses.

"You okay?" He managed a hoarse whisper as I nodded in his arms.

The place was dark, the withered garden blending in with the pitch blackness of our surroundings. I grimaced from the sight, it used to be a beautiful garden filled with different kinds of plants and flowers, now only filled with long, sallow grass and weeds, covering the wilted flowers and plants. Like it hasn't been watered for years, Min used to love this garden. I'm surprised someone would still be living in such a gloomy place like this.

I followed behind V as he sneaked to the nearest window, opening it. Once, we got inside, the large hallways made our situation more perplexed, sensing that V paused, while moving his head sideways.

"V, any clue where it might be?" I whispered behind him, glancing at the dark hallways from his back, afraid that anyone might catch them.

He took his time before answering, his eyes slightly widening and his mouth molded to a grin. "Yes, on the third hall!" He exclaimed, tugging on my arm as both of us made our way through the long corridor.

"Here." I said, gesturing the door with flower prints and a doodle of the name 'Min'. How could this get any obvious.

"Open it then," V whispered behind me, my hand hovering inches from the golden knob, slightly shivering. I squeezed my eyelids shut, tears welled up inside my enclosed eyes. I prepared myself for the pain and suffering I'm about to embark on, V seemed to notice as he kept silent his head lowering.

Once I touched the knob, jolts of electric like sensation was felt in my arm in retaliation. I bit my lip and forced my hand to the knob, twisting it forcefully that it could dent as the door slid open with a creak.

My breathing pattern became shaky, tears streaking my cheek. It was like when she moved out. Everything had the color pink embedded on it, portraits of the two of us filled the walls with one on her nightstand, the bed sheets and blanket was wrinkled from where she last on it, wrinkled balls of paper overflowed her small bin on the side of her study, her carpet slightly stained with vomit from when her symptoms started, and on the center edge of the room, a small, ebony casket sat, with embeddings of gold and silver, her name imprinted on the center of the box I cursive writing.

V held on my phone with the flashlight, shining it on different parts of her room, though it was not needed. The moon's twilit rays shone the room perfectly, every detail of her room noticeable.

"Taehyung, her diary. It's in here." I said, brushing of the dust that covered the small casket.

"How do you know if it's in there?"

"I just know." I swallowed back a sob. V prominently sighed, and gave a nod, prodding me to continue with warmth and support lacing his movements with ease, a heartwarming smile made its way to his unblemished face. I blushed through tears and tore the eye contact.

I undid the lock, its clicking sound made me flinch as I slowly raised the top dramatically. It felt like a blinding light shone off from the box, my eyes squinting as leaned my head backward.

A thick book came to view.

Min's name was printed on the hardback as I reluctantly whipped to the next page, a note in the center, written with crooked calligraphy.

All the precious memories I've spent, will be put in this diary, so one day I'll read this again with my best friend ❤Sinon❤, and share stirred emotions with each other from the nostalgia I could predict will surely happen.
This is not only a diary, but also a time capsule. If the future me is reading this with Sinon, I hope you prepare a box of tissues 'cause you're riding on an emotional roller coaster. Haha.
I'm serious, I've read my mother's old books of the fundamentals of psychology, so I'm going to make this book like a biography of me and Sinon. I know how to make a story solemn. I promise, I'll make this one of the most tear-jerking ones I've ever written.

So, enjoy❤❤❤(=^.^=)

I dropped the book, feeling myself hyperventilate as I tried to calm my breathing. I felt warmth wrap around my shaking shoulders as he rested his chin on my head, rocking back and forth in attempt to calm me. I bit my quivering lip and accepted his affection, not recoiling from his touch.

I felt my heartbeat relax, his body warmth enveloped through my cold skin.

I picked up the book and read through the first page. Her penmanship was troubled at this point of time, which she was 12, her cursive was made with care, each word laced with her innocence. Innocence that warmed my ice cold heart. As I read the words, her shrill voice rang in my head, reading along like a dialogue.

In this part, she explained our friendship's origin, about how she pestered me, and how I would shove her away. Regret streamed through my system, my stomach knotting.

I read through every word, cherishing each word and memories it by heart, her calligraphy improving through years. Once it caught up with the time she was evicted from the household, it gave me the final blow.

The last chapter: A way through death.

I'm dying. My aunt gave up on me. But, I don't know why I managed to keep a smile. The first symptom of the disease happened earlier. I felt myself get dizzy and nauseous, and I ended up hurling on my carpet. My lungs felt like it was squeezed shut, enabling me to breath. I thought I was going to die right on spot, my eyeballs rolled to the back of my head, yet all my aunt did was watch. She eyed me in disdain with those baggy eyes, watching me suffocate to death, and in seconds I blacked out, . I felt my body on a stretcher, Sinon squeezed my hand while her father raced to catch up. Sinon's eyes we're red and puffy as if she was crying all day long. I felt myself black out again, and when I woke up, the beeping of the heart monitor greeted me, along with a light snore coming from Sinon who still held my hand, dozing of in my lap. She never left me. I know I was going to die soon. I know Sinon will go through emotional turmoil, knowing herself, she'd probably hang herself. The pain in my chest was not because of the disease. I'd have to leave her.

I'm writing this on my last moments here on this house. I'm now going to live with Sinon, I'm happy that I'm able to spend my last moments with her. I want to die in her arms. There's no escaping this disease. The least I could do is never leave her side, for all the things you've done for me. Yes, I know that the future Sinon is reading this, the same reason why I left my chest unlocked. I know that you're not reading this with me, and I know well that you're crying. Just know, that I'll never leave your side. I'll always watch you from afar, watching you break and heal over time. And I assure you you're not going to heal on your own. You're going to meat your special someone, the one who'll help you go through the road of acceptance, never leaving you like how you never left me, changing you, the same way I changed you. The real you. And I hope that this will help you on your embarked journey grief and healing, and you'll come out stronger than before. Please, know that I love you. I love you with all my heart. Though I only may be only a fraction of yours, you'll always occupy every crook and cranny of my weak heart.

Love, Min~❤

"I-I can't do this......anymore....." I rasped, and shoved V out of my arms. I gave the diary one last embrace, before throwing it in the corner of her room and stormed out. I heard V call after me but I didn't listen.

I knew that this was going to happen. Either way, if I knew or not, I'd still experience this kind of pain.

But, I can't help but feel less heavier. The weight and tightness of my chest suddenly lifted. She doesn't hate me. She's accepted her death, yet she stayed strong. She didn't die in vain.

I pressed my palm to my forehead and shielded my puffy eyes as I knelt in the shadows of the wall that covered the garden. I climbed up the tree located in the corners of the walls and went through the barbed wire as it bent, the rust disconnecting the wires, making a way for me to pass through.