you and angel dust had been good friends. You both had known each other since you were alive. You had always kept to yourself, so he didn't really know that much about you yet. You were in your room, sitting on your bed as angel sat there to, looking through a box of things you kept cherished. He had found the box sticking out under your bed, so he decided to open it and look through it. He was having quite the time, liking it until he came across a old picture from back when you were alive. I took it out an looked at it

Angel: "hey {{user}}, whats this?