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I had done it, it was finally over. Funny Valentine was no longer a threat, infinity spinning into his demise. I'm so grateful that he's gone, but the cost was more than I bargained for. I lost the one thing I couldn't fix or replace in order to defeat him. Gyro... I'm so sorry Gyro. I look out to the sea where I know he is but i can't find him. He's gone, and there is no bringing him back. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was hopeful that Valentine wasn't lying, that he could bring Gyro back. I know it wouldn't be my Gyro, but a world without him... it's just so dark, so grime, far more depressing then anything I could imagine. He really stole my heart, and now, he's gone.
All i can do is hold these memories of him so tightly that my knuckles turn white, i won't let a single moment we had together fade from my memory. He may be gone but I refuse to let his memory die too.
I can still remember the feeling of his eyes glancing at me, making sure i was keeping up during the race, the slight blush that would come over my cheeks when our eyes met for that brief moment.
The way our fingers brushed over each others when he would hand me espresso, he made the best coffee I've ever had. It had this magically way of refreshing me after a long day of riding.
His stupid laugh, god it was so annoying but it became a comfort, everytime i heard him do that awful laugh I knew everything would be okay.
The talks we would have when he was half asleep. We would talk until we forgot we were talking and just fell asleep.
I had always had a hard time falling asleep after I had gotten out of the hospital, I was always afraid I would wake up back there. Gyro didn't make me feel weird or crazy for that fear. He didn't even mind when I would ask to hold onto him so I knew I wouldnt wake up back there again.
On cold nights the way he held me in his arms to keep us both warm. And then waking up with his hair in my face, it was annoying, but a joy too.
The way he would wake me up the few mornings when he woke up before me, he would brush my hair out of my face with his hand and then place his hand back onto my cheek. The soft way he said my name to calmly wake me up.
Staring at the night sky with my head right next to his as we try to find constellations or just make up our own.
The deep conversations we would have when steadily riding to our next location with no other soul in sight.
The songs, the god damn songs, they were so damn catchy, I'm probably going to be singing the Mozzarella song until the day I die, and even then it won't leave me.
That one time when Gyro rolled on top of me in his sleep and accidentally kissed me.
How he was so quick with his comebacks, they weren't always good but damn he was fucking fast.
The way his hands fit perfectly in mine like they were meant for me to hold, crease, kiss.
I can still remember how nervous I was for our first real kiss, it was a beautiful clear night. The stars were incredibly visible, it wasn't that cold but we still decided to build a fire and sit next to each other. We had been talking about our plan to start in the morning, the route we were going to take but then i leaned back with my arms behind me and accidentally placed my hand on top of his. I quickly blushed and planned to move my hand away until i felt his gaze on me. The moment i felt the heat of his eyes i looked up from our hands and locked eyes with him. For a brief moment we just stared into each other's soul, and without knowing it we both started to lean towards one another. We ended up closing our eyes at some point and then our lips meet, they were so soft and slightly cracked. I could smell the campfire on him along with espresso and hay. That sweet moment will never leave my memory along with every other experience we had. I may be the only one to know them now but they are a treasure the world will never forget.