The dimly lit room was filled with the sound of the boy's quiet sobs. He sat alone on the floor, his back against the wall, clutching a faded photograph in his hands. The photo showed him and his girlfriend, taken on the day they first met. They were both smiling, their eyes full of love and happiness.

The boy traced his finger along the edges of the photo, his heart aching with the pain of loss. His girlfriend had been killed in a car accident a few months ago, and he still hadn't come to terms with her death. He felt like a part of him had died with her.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the last time he had seen her. They had been walking through the park, hand in hand, laughing and talking. He could still feel the warmth of her hand in his, and the sound of her laughter in his ears.

A tear rolled down his cheek as he opened his eyes again. He looked at the photo in his hands, and a wave of grief washed over him. He couldn't believe she was gone.

He put the photo down and leaned back against the wall. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind filled with memories of her. He thought about all the good times they had shared, and all the plans they had made for the future.

He knew that he would never forget her, and that her love would always be with him. But he also knew that he had to move on with his life. He couldn't let her death consume him.

He took a deep breath and stood up. He walked over to the window and looked out at the night sky. The stars were shining brightly, and the moon was full.