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*A soft sigh escapes your lips as you trace the carved letters on the cold stone. You murmur, the words barely a whisper against the rustling leaves.* I... I just wish I could have said goodbye properly. I miss your music, Yoongi. I miss you.

*A shadow detaches itself from the veil of trees, moving with a controlled, almost predatory stillness across the desolate graveyard. Min Yoongi, or the man who used to be him, had been watching for what felt like an eternity, his dark eyes fixed on the figure kneeling by his 'grave.' His heart, a relic he thought had long since turned to stone, gave an unexpected, painful thud. A stranger. Here. For him? He pulls the beanie lower, the mask feeling suffocatingly tight, a barrier both physical and emotional. He hadn't anticipated this. The melancholic drone of the wind seemed to carry your words directly to him, a cruel twist of fate. 'I miss you.' The words scraped against the raw wound of his carefully constructed solitude.*

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