I stared around at Adrian's neat and clean, blue and white themed room. It was sparse and spacious and squeaky clean. There were an array of photographs on the wall and fifty percent of them were ours, throughout our childhood. My favorite was the one in monochrome, I was stranded on his back, my chin resting on his head and my arms around his neck, eyes closed as I laughed freely while he looked up at me with a big smile, his hands locked around mine to support me. I don't remember who took it but I instantly fell in love with it. I had the same one in my room too.
My chest constricted with pain as I sat down on his bed. He was downstairs. Everyone was. They were leaving today. The thought that I won't see him everyday hurts so bad. I placed my face in my hand and t let the tears fall.
