Born to Make You Happy: Healing Hearts

Alone in His Room

Keiji sat alone in his dimly lit room, the silence broken only by the faint hum of the old ceiling fan. He clutched a dusty, weathered photo in his trembling hand, the edges of the image curled with time. In the photograph, he and Montoya stood on a sun-drenched beach, their smiles radiant, capturing a moment of pure happiness.

Keiji sighed, his voice barely more than a whisper as he softly sang the lyrics,

Keiji:I'm sitting here alone up in my room

Each word was a lament, a reflection of the emptiness that had settled in his heart.

In the midst of his solitude, Keiji reached out, his fingers brushing against the photo's glass. His touch traced the contours of Montoya's face, as if seeking the warmth of their past

Keiji:And think about the times that we've been through,

he sang, his voice tinged with a deep sense of longing

Keiji:Oh, my love, I'm looking at a picture in my hand, trying my best to understand."