Dear Diary • Coroika Story •

New Starting Point

Goggles P. O. V

It's been 3 Months since the incident occurred. I'm so alone...And I know that it's all my fault.

I sat in my living room and started to watch TV. That agonizing memory hits me in the head, every day.  Rider, my best friend and only person I loved besides my family heh. He sadly passed away a couple of months ago, there's only one thing I know though, if it wasn't for me he would be right by my side, hugging me, I think, Rider was never the type to express his feelings with body language or words.

Though I should be grateful. He did save my life.

See you in the next life, Rider.

No One P. O. V

Goggles kept watching TV, he decided not to bring himself down, and headed outside, trying to see the bright side of things.

He walked down the route him and his lover used to walk down. It was a route that led to his house. He walked down the streets, keeping his head down. He bumped into a friend of his. Glasses? What could he be doing a
In this route?

"Wha-? "

"Oh-"

Goggles fell onto the floor, and well, he fell in his bottom, he got up and asked Glasses one question.

"What are you doing just standing here?"

"I was just watching the others empty out Riders-"

"What?!" Goggles knew that he shouldn't get mad over other people touching things that weren't his, but he was around those items, and other people touching them, selling them, felt like they were erasing the memory that was captured in the eyes of the object, ready to be replaced.

"Hey who gave them Permission to go inside that house?" Goggles said and pointed, his eyes glued on the ones carrying the boxes filled with possessions of Rider.

"I have no idea, honestly, but since that day, you know.., this house has been vacant, and I think theyre moving stuff for other people to uhm, move in." Glasses said.

"Wha- but I..... " Goggles trailed off. He moved forward to a box that was ready for pick up, and laying on the grass lawn. He read the label on the front of the box.

"Books"

..Was written on the front with black marker.

He easily peeled off the tape that closed the box, then reached his hand in and grabbed out a notebook. It was normal, no designs, and it didn't have a label, so Goggles couldn't tell what the book had written in it. He saw someone coming his way, so he grabbed a photo album and closed the box.

He quickly made his way next to Glasses and sat down on top of the books placed on the floor.

"What's that?" Glasses asked.

"Uhm, books that belonged to Rider... And me. "

"Oh, did they allow for you to take it? "

"Nope" Goggles said.

"Oh"

"Okay, well, this is the only memory I have left of him, besides the ones I have that are mentally burned in my head. I..... Think I'm gonna go home" Goggles said as he looked down at the book held in his hands.

"Sure I got bored as well, I think I'm gonna go" Glasses said.

This is gonna be heavy to carry.....!

~

Goggles made it back home and dropped all the books on the floor, exhausted.

"Rider is responsible! I'm sure he saved all our photos here, I don't even remember if he has a camera... "

He cleaned the dust on the book, and opened the photo album.
So many photos, lists and an unusual amount of bills at the end of the book slipping out of the pages.

There was really no point in opening or having the book, when ever Goggles saw a photo, he was reminded with a replay in his head, he could've remembered them even without the pictures.