I found out about him three weeks later walking past a news stand, walking the streets avoiding going home to my empty room. It was a simple headline really 'Celebrated Artist loses fight' . I knew all the details. He did not want me to be with him when he died, just to remember him and the canvas we painted. I have played the tapes he made me over and over again, the songs haunting my heart, his letters are curled, tatty and his scent finally gone.
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