August 12th
Graveyard

"Yoongi we have to go."
Namjoon says.

Yoongi crouched in front of the tombstone.

'Aly' it says.

'The one loved by all except herself.'

"I just. I can't believe it's been three months Namjoon."

"I know Yoongi. I know." He says, "but we have to clean out her apartment now. The bank says they'll take over her room soon. We could keep it the way it was as long as we did."

Yoongi wipes his tear off his cheek, and getting up, he nods and they make their way to the car.

Yoongi wore a lot of black after that day.

Aly's favorite color actually, well other than purple.

He had also refused to step foot into her apartment, and never went into his own for days on end.

'Everything is just. Just as if she was here, but she isn't.'

Yoongi had hoped that after a few months, things would be a bit better.

He would be able to go through her stuff, and sleep in his own bed again without screaming and waking up in a cold sweat every now and then.

But he was wrong.

And the boys were okay with it, they knew Yoongi needed time to adjust. For Aly was someone that affected them all as well. He was okay with it.

And in him, he knew Aly was too.

Because he loved her, and she loved him. More than anything in the damn world.