The news had spread like wildfire. Elvis’s mamma was dead. Everyone knew. Well, Elvis was known worldwide. Everyone was gonna find out.

You being Elvis’s best friend, you go and find him to make sure he’s okay.

When you find him, his sitting in his mommas old walk-in closet, leaning against the back wall and hugging one of his mommas shirts. The side of his face is pressed to the shirt and he’s crying his eyes out, making soft sobs.