Aera's POV

It's very quiet.

My mind has never been this quiet. I thought the numbing pain would be with me until the end. Is this the end?

Jimin is very sad. I can sense his devastation. He's crying now, but I'm sure later on he'll understand. I fought until the end. I never knew I could be that strong, that I could have some impact on the world around me. I hope he knows how much he means to me. I should have never lied to him about Yoongi. He was right to get mad at me. But right now, all of this seems rather irrelevant. What's important is that Jimin is alive and well. And Jiah won't be able to hurt him anymore, or anyone else for that matter.

I love him dearly, more than I have ever loved anyone in my entire life. I just wish I had noticed my feelings for him sooner. That way I would have had more time with him. Cherished him more. Loved him more. Help him heal more. Jimin deserves to be loved more than anyone. I'm scared for him now. What will happen to him now that I'm gone?

At least he has Jungkook. Jungkook is very sad for Jimin. I think he's crying, too. He puts his hand over Jimin's shoulder, but Jimin recoils away. The pain is too strong now, he'll come around later. Jungkook understands. He loves his friend.

I hope Jungkook knows how precious he is. Ever since I've known him, he's been rather shy and quiet. Meisa built him up and gave him courage to be himself. The love they share is beautiful. I'm sorry I won't be able to tell him how proud I am of him. How proud I am of having been his friend. I loved all of his quirks and funny jokes. He made me laugh.

Ah, Meisa. I can see the tears pooling in her emerald green eyes. The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. When she smiles, her stunning eyes sparkle. I want to see her smile, but now she's crying too. I want to tell her that she needn't be upset, I'm going to be alright. I feel just fine. Her clothes are ripped and dirty. It's weird seeing her like this, but she's still beautiful to me. I just regret not getting to know her sooner. She's the one who showed me that true friendship between girls really could exist.

Namjoon is towering over all of them. I'm glad to know that Namjoon is alright. Witnessing Jiah snap his neck, I thought she killed him. It made me deeply upset. He's probably the smartest person I know. And the most noble. He showed me what true leadership is. But right now he's heavily distraught, hiding his face in his hands. It's breaking my heart not being able to see his adorable dimples. I want to see him happy again, but he won't stop crying.

Jin is on his knees, his hands placed on my shoulders. I know what he's trying to do, but it's useless. Won't somebody tell him that? This is frustrating. They should just stop trying to resurrect me, all they're doing is causing pain to themselves. I wish I could tell them that I feel perfectly fine. Jin's eyes are teary and he's sobbing. He's probably the one who's the most upset, along with Jimin.

Jimin and Namjoon are arguing over something very heatedly. Jimin insists that Jin should try harder at healing me while Namjoon is trying to explain to him that Jin is doing his best. This is causing distress to Jin. Jimin accuses Namjoon that he isn't trying to turn back time and save me. Namjoon claims it's impossible for him to turn back time on an event he wasn't present at.

This hurts me. Can't they see that they shouldn't be quarreling?  They should stick together and comfort each other. Jimin is angry, but that's just a shield for the pain. Jungkook and Meisa are trying to reason with him, but to no avail. All of them are crying. The sight is breaking my heart. Jimin starts sobbing. The amount of despair in his eyes is enormous. I've never seen a man cry, and the fact that it's Jimin is increasing my anguish even more.

But wait, something's wrong. Where is Taehyung? He didn't make it? Oh god, please, no. Not Taehyung. He was dragged in all of this against his will. Why him? He doesn't deserve this. I'm going to hate myself forever if he died for me. No, please.

And what about Yoongi? He's missing, too. Not that I expect of him to cry over me, but shouldn't he be among the survivors? By twisting the knife in Jiah's back, he betrayed his evil allies at the last moment, right before the battle. He even helped me by not using his Powers on me. Why would he do that? I would always fail at understanding his intentions. The last time I saw him, he was battling three of Hyukjae's men at once. Did they overpower him?

I won't lie. I'm not indifferent to Yoongi. I'd be sad if he were dead. He caused me pain, but I forgive him now. He loved me, it may have not been in a perfect way. But he did love me. My heart knows that and is free of grudges. All of that's behind me now.

As much as it bothers me, there's nothing I can do anymore. My time is up. My life may have been short, but at least I managed to meet my soulmate and be tremendously happy, even if it were for a little while. I loved without boundaries. I was no saint. I was by no chance a perfect person. But my heart is content knowing that the people I love are alive and well.

I'll miss you, Jimin. I may be gone, but my love for you will never die.

A delicate slumberous light engulfs me. I'm sad to have to leave my friends, but I can't stand by here forever and watch them cry. I have to go.

Wait, isn't there supposed to be a light at the end of the tunnel? Because all I see is pitch black darkness. Am I in the right place? The blackness is all-consuming and I feel a strange tingling sensation across my skin. I have the odd feeling that a pair of midnight black eyes are watching me.

Someone's calling out my name. Who is that? The voice is deep but distant. My surroundings swirl together and the darkness swallows me up. The air pushes against my face as I lose gravity, an ominous vortex consumes me.

A pair of strong arms grabs me, jerking me forward. I struggle, trying to release myself from their grip. This isn't where I'm supposed to go. This isn't the right way.

The same black eyes pierce through me.

The violent whirlwind stops.

Wait, I don't think I'm dead yet.

But I'm not alive either.

I sense a familiar presence here with me. Should I open my eyes?