I watched him grow up and live his life, and I held his hand along the way… but now I’m holding onto a photo of him and nothing more. Is it really over already? The best part of my life was only a short chapter, and now I’m forced to move on without him. The sad thing is, I’ll never see him again. Instead, I’ll be here until the end of time. There won’t be a single day that passes that I won’t think about him. If only I could’ve held his hand for a moment longer. A moment to an immortal means little to nothing… but to me, it meant the world. He was my world. And I refuse to let that go.