(Requested by @RememberThoseDreams)

(Coarse language)

(Mention of suicide)

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Aurora and Namjoon leant against the railing of the Brooklyn Bridge together, watching as the sun set and left a fiery glaze of amber and violet across the sky. "It's the perfect ending to a perfect Valentines." Aurora mused, her eyes not leaving the sunset before her.

Namjoon hummed in agreement, his eyes magnetized to the sunset as his hand reached into his pocket to pull out something small he had gotten for her. Hesitantly, he held it out in his hand for her to see.

Her eyes slowly drifted from the sunset and to the palm of his hand, her gaze flickering through the haze of silver shining from the necklace he was giving her. She noticed the small, heart shaped locket bound between chains of polished metal and her hand dove down to grasp it.

"You got this for me?" She asked Namjoon as she held the small locket between her fingertips, her digits shaking as they fondled the precious item they held. Namjoon nodded, watching with a small smile as she carefully pulled back the tiny charm to reveal the mirror beneath it.

Upon seeing the mirror, Aurora's eyebrows lifted and her eyes flickered to Namjoon's. "A mirror?"

"Your reflection." Namjoon corrected. From where he was standing, he could see her sleeves roll themselves back to reveal the scars that haunted her whole being. Strings the colour of coffee, reaching across the expanse of each of her wrists, trying to hold themselves together like twine across fabric. Some were stained in a dark pink, alerting Namjoon that she hadn't stopped like she told him she had. It made him want to cry.

Her weary eyes stared back at themselves in the reflection she saw in the small mirror, and her eyes began to water with tears. Her fingers slowly traced the mirror as they shook with the pain – the pain caused by her own mind.

"Why, Namjoon? Why?" She asked as her lips sunk into each other's soft flesh to prevent a sob from escaping. The expression in her gaze felt like nails in Namjoon's face. His hand reached out to embrace hers, cuddling them in the expanse of his soft, larger ones.

Finding no words to say, his choking voice could only grind out words to a song he knew, a song that meant so much to him, because it reminded him of her.

"Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones, turn in to something beautiful." His sorrowful eyes searched hers as he hummed, "Do you know, you know I love you so? You know I love you so?"

Aurora's lips began to tremble, and her eyes looked down to his fingers as they caressed the self-inflicted wounds below her hands. "Namjoon, don't-"

Namjoon kept singing, his voice soothingly flowing through the sunset around them. "It's true, look how they shine for you, look how they shine for you. Look how they shine for you."

It was then that his hands clasped around her shoulder and drew her into his chest. Her sobs rung out through the busy bridge as his shaking hands stroked the fabric across her back. His face dug itself into her hair and his fingers clasped unto her skin as if he were afraid the moment he let them go she'd disappear.

"Please, Aurora, see what I see." He begged, his own weeps muffled through the strands of dark hair that encased them, "Don't do this to yourself."

Her nails dug into the fabric of his jacket and her face lay flat against his chest. "I can't, Namjoon." She whimpered, "I don't want to be here anymore."

Her words only made Namjoon cry louder. "Aurora, please, love yourself like I love you."

"I can't do this anymore." She whispered, "I can't hold on anymore. It's too dark." Namjoon knew exactly what she meant, but he couldn't bring himself to register it in his mind. So silently, he held the weeping woman in his arms and sobbed himself as the sun set on the day, and it faded into the past.

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"Namjoon, Aurora's gone." Were the first words he heard after answering his mother's phone call weeks later at work.

The words hit him like a blow to the face, and he found himself dropping to his knees upon hearing them. His hand trembled as his mother explained the cause of her death. She had overdosed on her medication and suffered a fatal seizure. Her parents had found her dead in her apartment, stretched out on her bed with Namjoon's locket in her hand.

A cry sounded from Namjoon's throat as he imagined the love of his life in such a state. Several of his co-workers came to his side, attempting to comfort him, but it was no use. She was dead, and he couldn't save her.

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The funeral was on a snowy morning – quite suited to the occasion. Aurora's parents hugged Namjoon's frigid body as he entered the building, but he couldn't seem to find the soul to embrace them back. His heart felt as if it had been torn from it's place in his body and now all he could feel were the icy claws of the snowflakes that graced his uncovered limbs.

It was decided that Aurora would be in an open casket in the front of the church building, and it was open for anyone to come say their goodbyes. The very thought of seeing his dead girlfriend's body lying in the casket made Namjoon want to hurl his breakfast across the floor of the church. It made him want to get on his knees and cry for so long it would drown the entire world. It made him want to hide in the corner of the earth and pretend that nothing had ever existed.

The first song to play at the procession was Coldplay's yellow, and each word from the singer felt as if they may as well just be some knife stabbing Namjoon in his heart.

It was all his fault. If only he'd said something different. If only he'd had the money to take her on trips over seas. If only he had the ability to soothe the constraints of her mind. She would still be alive. She'd still be there, with him.

Just before they were to carry her body away to the cemetery, Namjoon found himself walking towards the open casket at the altar. Each step felt as if there was cement around his feet, stopping him from coming any closer. It was as if his mind didn't want to accept the fact that she was really gone.

He trudged on solemnly, however, and his heart ceased in his chest when Aurora's pale face came into his view. It was as if there was a doppelgänger in the casket before him. Aurora was never pale. She was so full of life, all the time. Despite her internal struggles, the girl was always laughing and giggling, making jokes and singing along to her favourite song.

The woman laid before him, neatly placed in the casket like some sort of mummified Egyptian wasn't Aurora. Her face was too blank. It was too quiet. His eyes searched across her wrists for the scars, which were now even darker in colour because the lack of blood. It was all his fault.

His hand reached out to hold hers for the last time, but it stopped when he noticed the small locket placed in it, as if she were trying to hand it to him. His fingers picked up the small chain and he fisted it between them before anyone could notice.

With one last, longing glance toward his girlfriend, he turned away and headed to the exit of the church.

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Namjoon was now back on the Brooklyn bridge again – the bridge where the couple had spent their last valentine's day. The sunset wasn't quite as visible as it was last time they had been there, as it was covered by the clouds. Little petals of snow fell on Namjoon as he clutched the small locket between his fingers.

I should have been a better boyfriend, Namjoon told himself, I should have given her a better life. She deserved a better life. His eyes flickered past the locket and to the deep, blue depth below him. I should have been the one to die.

He imagined himself jumping into the deep, sapphire void, allowing it to wash over his sinful soul as he sunk to the bottom, where he could be laid to rest and meet her again.

He could tell her he was sorry. He could make it up to her.

His hand gripped the railing as he prepared to send himself over it, and just as he did, the locket fell from it, smashing apart on the cement beneath it.

His eyes immediately whipped towards the locket, and he stepped back from the railing, leaning forward to pick the necklace up. It was then that he noticed something in the locket's mirror, something that wasn't his reflection.

It was a haze of unreflected fog, which cleared and revealed Aurora's face. Reaching forward to pick it up, Namjoon stumbled and fell, scratching his knees against the cement path. His hand's quickly clutched unto the small item desperately as his girlfriend's face came into view. This wasn't the face he'd seen in the casket, but rather the one he'd always remembered. The one that was full of life, and love.

His eyes burned with tears as he saw her lips curl into a sad smile. His hands trembled as they held unto the item like it was some sort of gold. He assumed that what he was seeing was some sort of hallucination from the amount of alcohol he'd consumed after the funeral, but he didn't care. He just wanted to see her face again. To hear her voice.

"Hey Joonie." She greeted sadly through the mirror. The sound of her voice caused Namjoon to burst into sobs and he used one hand to wipe back the tears blocking his vision as his other held fast unto the locket.

"You don't need to cry, Joonie." She soothed, when she saw his state.

"But you're d-dead," Namjoon bawled, causing passer-bys to look at him strangely, "You're dead."

Aurora nodded with a sympathetic smile. "I know, Joonie." She watched in silence as her boyfriend buckled into a whimpering ball before her.

"I'm so sorry, Aurora," Namjoon blurted, "I'm so fucking s-sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Joonie."

"I should have given you something! I should have made you happy! You'd still be here!" He sobbed, "You'd still be here with me!"

"I'll always be with you, Namjoon." She responded, her voice tinged with guilt and sorrow. "I love you too much to leave you."

"But you left me!"

"I didn't leave you Namjoon; I'm just going away for a while. I'm in a better place now." She smiled, and he could finally see that the despair he'd seen grace her face the whole time they'd known each other was now cleaned away and replaced with light. "It's so bright here, Joonie."

"It's just like in those movies. Don't you remember how you always used to complain about having to wait for the next movie to be released so the story could continue itself?" She giggled, reminiscing about it.

"Our story doesn't end yet, Joonie. It won't end until we see each other again." She reached her hand out to touch the small mirror, "So hold on until the day when it finally happens."

"But it's so far away." Namjoon blubbered through his tears.

Aurora nodded again, "I know Namjoon. Forever may be a long time, but being apart from you is longer."

It was then that her face disappeared like a cloud of smoke from the mirror, and all that was left was his messy, tear stained face. Namjoon tried to get it back to see her face again, but it never reappeared.

Lying down on the freezing cold cement beneath him, Namjoon tucked the locket between his arms and huddled himself into a fetal position. He rocked back and forth, back and forth over and over again; his voice only seeming to chant the lyrics to Coldplay's yellow as he did so.

He stayed there until the sun came back up, and a brand new dawn appeared. The gaze of the sun glared against the locket in Namjoon's hand, and the view that came from it was similar to what he'd seen behind Aurora when he'd spoken to her earlier.

It was so bright, in several different shades of yellow.

As the sun made its way higher, it watched as Namjoon walked back to his place, stronger and taller and with the locket chained around his neck.

"Forever may be a long time, but being apart from you is longer."