You don't know what you have until you lose it

Happy memories that now hurt

Mac felt a deep emptiness in his chest when he saw how they put the coffin on the floor, the tears had not been able to dry them for a second.

They all shared sad looks as they filled the hole with dirt. Jack walked over to him and hugged him tightly while letting his partner cry on his chest.

Only two days had passed since his death, they decided to have the funeral that day so that Jack could attend. Mac felt so guilty that there were no words to speak to Jack.

After leaving the hospital, Mac definitively ended his relationship with Desi, realizing that their relationship was only causing them problems.

After the funeral he went straight home and did not want anyone to accompany him. At that moment he did not want anyone to accompany him, he wanted to be alone and be able to drown in his own pain.

Just by opening the door of his house, his mind was flooded with memories, his heart pounding in his chest as he walked through the house.

He sat on the living room couch and took out his phone, went straight to his gallery to see some of his photos with Riley.

I pass each of the photos to her until I get to a video that had been recorded when she was still living there at home. He had been graduated when he was in the kitchen in an attempt to make some eggs.

"You really are a mess in the kitchen, Angus" said Riley

"Don't call me Angus" complained Mac

"I'll call you whatever I want" Riley said standing next to her.

"Whatever you want" Mac laughed.

"And what were you trying to do to me, Mr. Chef?" asked Riley

"I wanted to make some eggs, but I couldn't," Mac said.

Riley laughed out loud as Mac grabbed her around the waist and pressed her against his body.

You couldn't see it in the video, but if he remembered why he did it, he remembered that he loved the way his body joined hers, he loved the way it made her blush, he loved every second of that moment.

"Okay, what if I better help you make those eggs?" Riley asked, nervously.

The video ended there and the tears fell again uncontrollably, he continued passing the photos and looked in detail at each of the images where he was with Riley.

He missed her too much, and the emptiness in his chest only grew bigger as time went by, he felt so guilty about Riley's death.

He got up from the couch and went in the direction of Riley's old room, looked around and saw the room that had been practically empty since Riley moved in.

He sat up on the bed and leaned back, looked around again and saw one of Riley's old shirts that he had left behind when he moved in.

Little by little he got up from the bed and went to the place where the shirt was. He took it in his hands, it was one of his oversized shirts that he used to wear to sleep or just be around the house.

I hear the front door open, but he doesn't care if it was a murderer or even a murderer. He was sure he wouldn't mind at all if he was killed.