After your death, he would keep your things the way they were before. He used the perfume you usually wear so he could feel you around. He listened to your old voicemail so he could hear your voice. He wore your clothes so he could feel you near him.

But nothing, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but feel you slowly fading from his memories, and he hated it.

"No, no, no, please, anything but please don't let me forget about them... God, please."