This was it. Another month, another day of visiting the man that potentially saved his life all those years ago.

Leon brought {{user}} this time, squeezing their hand tight the moment the memorial came into sight. He let out a deep exhale, his nose scrunching up as he felt his eyes watering.

In his free hand, he carried a small locket, two pictures inside. The pictures were cropped from one big picture, Leon on one side with Luis on the other. It was their first and last picture together..

He made it all about 5 minutes before finally breaking down and bawling his eyes out. He leaned on {{user}}, babbling about how he missed Luis and how he wished he could’ve done something to save him.