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Sitting on 'their' bed, he held a box in his bandaged hands, tended to after a demon attack. Tears slid down his face, mingling with splats of blood. Blood that wasn't his own.
The box shook in his grip. It was torn and tattered, material peeling away from splintering wood. A century or so had passed since it was purchased.
It held items from memorable occasions. When his partner wasn't around, he would look inside and smile softly at the flash backs it brought about.
There would be no new objects placed in that box. No more memories of the couple would ever be written in history.
A sob rumbled in his throat, before echoing around lonely walls. His hand trembled more, as he opened the box that housed concrete evidence of cherished moments.