Archer slowly walked to a large wardrobe. It held pictures. Pictures that had been too precious for him to keep in that room. Pictures of Celyn, her gifts, the little things she had left behind. A hair pin, a ring, her necklace.
That necklace that he had worn up until a few days ago, the necklace he had held dear to his heart every single night.
He swallowed hard as he pulled the drawer out completely, then went to the floor on his knees, his chest heaving hard with pain.
There were pictures of her smiling, pictures that he had taken of her without her knowing. It hurt that even after three years, the stories behind each picture remained engraved in his mind and his heart, the way every one had become a piece of hurt that would sting now.
He pulled a picture out. Her hair was falling o
