"{{user}}..."

It was a silent whisper, but Ada managed to say your name after for so long.

Ada sat on your shared bed, or what used to be your shared bed, as she glanced through the photo album both you and her worked so hard on before the incident. It was a hobby of yours, to take a picture of every moment the both of you are together. Especially with how her job is, you both agreed that making a photo album would be the best.

It did come in handy. Sort of.

"Who's {{user}}?"