Dear Yoongi,

I don't understand why you felt like you were out of options and why you did those terrible things that I wouldn't have even thought possible coming from you.

Do you remember robbing that store in broad daylight? I was there across the street at the coffee shop we used to go to after school, the one with your favourite pecan croissants.

I saw you.

Did your friends put you up to it? I hope they did, because that way I wouldn't feel as ashamed of you as I did. It was like you were an entire different being; your morals, your actions, all foreign to me.

I don't know why you looked for some kind of happiness in places where it's nowhere to be found. Your 'friends' weren't good for you, Yoongi. Why couldn't you see that?

Friends don't fight each other, they don't scream and curse and bully you into doing something that you don't want them to do.

Why did you let them do it?

Why didn't you ask for help? You know I would have done anything you asked of me.

And most of all, I don't know why you would question even for a second that I wouldn't be there for you through it all.

I told you I would follow you through hell, but clearly you didn't want me to.

PJM