"Are you sure you want to delete this file?"
For a long, long time, his mouse hovers over 'Yes'. Part of him wants to do it - to somehow apologize a lifetime too late for teasing her, or because the picture now hurts to look at?
But in the end, he clicks 'No'. And leaves the image in its safe place.
Because that's the way he wants to remember her - young and wild and laughing and beautifully alive. Because he can think of her like that and try to forget how she looked with a bullet hole between her unseeing eyes.