"你是電, 你是光, 你是唯一的神話 我只愛你, you are my super star."
Remembering her had always been a bittersweet experience, but he couldn't bring himself to forget her. Though she left him without a word, for years, he'd had some hope that she'd return to him--that she'd come home, but she hadn't. It didn't stop him from loving her, though. At this point, Kris wasn't sure whether he'd ever stop loving her, if he'd ever be able to let go or move on. He knew holding on desperately would get him nowhere, but yet, here he was again--her picture in his hand, that same stupid smile on his face.
The picture was aged and worn, despite his best efforts to keep it in its best condition, but still, the woman in it was as beautiful as she had been the moment it was taken; he was sure that, wherever she was, that fact rung just as true as it did with the picture. He remembered when it was taken, cameras were difficult to come by, but for a mischievous young werewolf it was doable.
She was beautiful, he was fearless, and they were so very in love--or at least, he was. He always hoped she had been, too. In the beginning at least. On this day, he recalled, it was special. He managed to come by a camera, and she dressed up in her finest and they set off to spend the day together. The moments before this picture were clear, clearer than the photograph itself, in fact. He complimented her on how beautiful she was, and she gave him one of her smiles--the kind that melted away all his worries and made the world alright, if only for a little while. He told her to pose--'smile, beautiful!'--and he took the picture. Then he set the camera to the side and took her frame in his arms, her body pulled flush against his. They spent a moment in silence; the kind that didn't need to be filled, for they were content like that. He whispered--'I love you,'--and she responded--'I love you, too.'
And they kissed as they held each other, the camera set safely to the side. It wasn't much, it may not be special, but it was one of his most fond memories of her. Perhaps it was because of the simplicity of the moment, because there had been no occasion, just their feelings. Just love. How he missed simple moments like that--no, how he missed her.
"I still love you," Kris whispered to the picture in his hands, then set it aside. He sighed and stood from his previous position, having been perched on the edge of his bed, making his way to the kitchen now. He fetched the carton of milk and wandered off to make himself a coffee, with a secret addition of whiskey, hoping to kill the dull ache in his chest.
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