The last bell rung and I walked out of my classroom expecting to see Yoongi standing at the door that ridiculous grin on his face, but there was no one there. He's the only thing on my mind, memories of him and I replay as I walk down the street alone. I look across the street and see the coffee shop, reminding me that he's gone and he's never coming back.

I see Taehyung walk out of the shop walking over to me, he smiles, asking, if he could walk me home, I give him a small nod and we walked to silently to my house, I begged him to stay and he agreed, I couldn't help but feel sad and pathetic. We spent the rest of the day talking about our lives and things we are interested in.

He talked about photography and the schools he's been too, I felt bad once he mentioned that we went to the same elementary and middle school.

How come I don't even remember him?