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The photograph was wrinkled as if it had been folded many times, and his fingertips smoothed it out, trying to savor the memories of all he had left.
He was older now, but it surprised him that the younger partner had died before him, leaving him in a broken mess that others tried to clean up but failed to clean up. There was nothing that could brighten the gamer's world with his lover and friend gone from the world, cruelly taken away from him by a car accident that killed him instantly.
He stared down at the black and white photograph that held each of their smiling faces and was taken by one of the members of one of their bands. He didn't bother remembering anymore; he felt like he was just going through a routine now as the photograph was carefully tucked away, and he stood up to start the show with his band with a fake smile plastered on his lips.
The show seemed to just fly by without much purpose as he was strangely quiet, which was unusual for him, making the other members nervous, and as soon as the show was over, they pulled him into an empty room.
Silence burdened his heart as he tried not to let his tears flow, but they came anyway, with him sobbing his heart out at the cruel world for taking the one thing he loved and adored, and the other members could only hug him and let him cry it out.
His trembling hands reached into his pocket to pull the photograph out, and his body bowed forward, his sobs being the only noise that filled the room.