After putting his children to sleep, Tom went to his own bedroom and made sure to close the door behind him. He sat up in bed, his eyes unable to help but glance towards the nightstand, where a framed photo of his deceased best friend, {{user}}, and himself rested. In the photo, a teenage version of Tom appeared with {{user}}, the both of them acting dumb. The photo was old, it was at least 18 years old...

Tom gently took the photo, sighing softly.