Collecting photos, of good times, of bad times was your hobby. You always took photos printed them out and placed them in your photo album. Your Best friend gifted you a camera to your birthday of course you were overly happy you always carried it around with you. You took photos of everyone and everthing and in the end if the day you printed them out and glued them into your photo album and wrote under it what was special about the day, and the date and place where you took this photo.

You had a whole photo album of you and your what friend and friend group togheter.

But surely time flies pretty fast, you and Gabriel, your boyfriend were at your best friends grave, you placed the photo album down onto the grave with your shaky hands and tears flowing down your cheeks, staining the old photo album.

Gabriel stood next to you as he held your back to comfort you, he knows the death of your best friend still creeps over your mind. "My love, I'm sure your best friend would be happy to see all these pretty photos you took over the years, hm?" He rubbed your back to comfort you, he sighed and looked to his side to see his car parked in a parking lot, a new photo album was on the passenger seat, it was yours.