My dearest Jeon Jungkook,

My baby don't cry. Please, I know it's hard but please don't cry. I'm sorry for leaving I'm sorry but I don't have much of a choice the angels pulled me away, Jungkook. They pulled me away from you.

You see, once the car had hit me, I saw a light that was a blinding white and before I could make sense of anything, I at the back of a long line and I appeared to be standing on...nothing. As crazy as it sounds, you have to believe me because I was literally standing on nothing. All around me was air and I was as free as a bird to do whatever the hell I wanted to do but I didn't, I stayed in the seemingly endless line. I can imagine you feeling suprised and curious I guess as I was a carefree thing, a small ball of energy just waiting to explode. A little kid under the disguise of a twenty year old. Conscience held me back I assume because now I had already betrayed the our promise of staying together forever and I wasn't ready to break another rule. I knew I had died. I knew.

While I was queuing up without any real purpose, memories flashed by me- literally. But it was funnily only visible to my eyes. I saw us in the park where you first asked me to go on a date and we looked so young, so full of naiveness because no misfortune had befallen on us yet. Then I saw the memory of your uncle's wedding that you brought me along to and do you remember when you kept whispering that I was way more beautiful than the bride and I accidentally laughed out loud and then all the guests were  looking at me in a weird way? The humor won over the embarrassment in the end but you said to forget about it and I did. Afterwards we turned into the youthful and carefree people again. Consecutively, the not so great memories began to fly past. That was when I saw the one when we argued about the cleanliness of the house and that's went I was just so angry I simply walked out. Honestly, I regret that and should have been cleaner I must admit. A relationship must have both sides both working. I guess I found that out a little too late. The final memory was my final memory of the last moment of m