The tiny electronic beeps seemed deafening in the large dark room, the only light being a sharp glow from the screen of a tiny camera. Dirk sat on the white couch, the one Jake had hated so much, his finger the reason the tiny beeps exsisted. He clicked through the pictures, the ones from the vacation he had taken with Jake to New York, pictures of them at his older brother's wedding, and the ones where John had gotten drunk and did a strip tease.
And inbetween were simple pictures.
Pictures of Jake.
Dirk's eyes pricked with tears as each one brought forth a memory that shot sharp pains through his heart.
Jake had never really understood why Dirk took so many pictures of the other. He always thought it had been a big joke. The captured memories Dirk tried so hard to create.
Jake had always said Dirk didn't need the pictures.
That Jake would always be with the other.
The camera flew through the air, landing on the carpeted floor with a thud. Dirk watched it fly, tears finally falling as the sound echoed through the room, which then ended in silence. No Jake to come running, asking what had happened. No cheerful eyes to tell Dirk everything was alright. That they always would have each other, that he loved Dirk and nothing else mattered. Pulling his knees up to his chest, Dirk suddenly felt the loneliness hit him like a wave.
Now sobs echoed throughout the room.
And on the tiny screen was a picture of Jake.
Pale, bruised, yellowish at the edges, and bald.
But he was smiling. And his eyes told you that everything was alright.
Jake still loves Dirk.
Everything is going to be okay.
