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Some things are important to keep close to your heart.
A memento, a memory, a lingering imprint of someone you've lost.
For once they're gone, that slight imprint; that last reminder of devoted friendship, is all you have left. It's the only thing keeping the memory of your lost one alive.
Kazuma settled down on the bed quietly, lost in thought; drowning in painful memories.
'Gone. He's gone forever.'
Kazuma bit down on the sob that threatened to break free from his throat and he pulled his arms tightly around himself, hugging his last memento tightly, brokenly to his chest.
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