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Jimin's Point of View:   I screamed as I destroyed everything I could touch inside the living room.   I was still devastated. The fact that Yoongi's dead body was now six feet under the surface, I had no idea if this anger boiling inside of me would even disappear. This house, our house, was the only place I could let out my emotions without worrying about anyone witnessing. I wasn't able to bawl so hard earlier at the burial because I had to pretend that I was just Yoongi's adopted son. It had been decades and Yoongi-the love of my life, had died of age.    I wished to die just so I could be with him. I didn't ask for this, for immortality. Being immortal finally took its toll on me. I only realized now its negative effects.    I hate him! I hate him a lot for telling me that I should love again. Those were his last words as he laid on his deathbed.    "I want to see you fall in love again, my Jiminie."   He even struggled with those words. I still couldn't believe that he'd said those words, as if he remembered me.    He was eighty when his Alzheimer's disease started. His mood and personality changed, his memory loss advanced, and he was always baffled by things.    Simple things scared him like a baby. He forgot that peeing and dumping was a thing performed in the comfort room and not anywhere else in the house. His condition worsened and worsened until he couldn't even recognize me, but he kept looking for me. He'd shoved me away when I said I was Jimin and continued to shout my name.   "Jimin! Jimin! Where are you?"    Sometimes he had cried himself to sleep while murmuring incoherent words but my ears caught these words:    "Jimin I miss you. I'm so lonely."    My body and soul wanted to approach him, envelop him in my arms and tell him that I'm here. Yet I was unable to do such acts of adoration because he even loathed me and accused me of taking him away from–me.    Then he became childlike and I knew his time was running out.    But I had to put up with him because I loved him and I still do. I will always love him so how would I even manage to love another person? I would just suffer and miss him to eternity.    I didn't leave his side that day when he was already telling me that someone was looking at him, smiling at him. Said the angel was beautiful and that he still couldn't believe that angels were real. I held tightly onto his hand as if it was my salvation.    He was holding my hand as well before his grip loosened and I couldn't hear him breathe anymore.    And here I rummaged in my house in hopes to find sharp objects that I believe that would be enough to pierce through me. I was hopeful that I could take the pain away.    I was so pathetic, back to being depressed. I kept on drinking and wasting my deathless life. All these riches and immortality didn't matter because I was alone in this world.    Weren't I bitter? Why wouldn't I be? The person I poured my love onto was gone, how could I be alright without him? It could've been acceptable if I died with him.    His death sent a whirlwind of depressions in my life. I never knew immortality could be this painful. These happenings in my life were the consequences.    That boy I met in the forest, he was right. Dipping in the pool, thus becoming immortal definitely took its toll on me.    And would take a toll on me forever if I loved again. If I were to love someone again, that person would die and the cycle would repeat.   I no longer viewed immortality as a blessing. How could it be a blessing when the consequences were so damn cruel?! Yet I never cursed out to the skies and to the rest that dwelled there. I never blamed HIM for everything for I knew right in the beginning that passing away was a natural occurrence.    But I had questioned as to why Yoongi didn't become like me. I thought it was utterly unfair. Of course I received no answer, all my questions since I was new to this kind of life remained unanswered. So I just kept on praying that I would be saved from my suffering.    Having this situation, I felt like I had no space to fit in. So I should not get too attached to an