In those final years he numbed the inevitable with online gaming.
I almost threw the console out once he’d gone. His mistress.
I don’t know why I switched it on. Perhaps to see why he chose to waste his time with make-believe when he could have spent it with me.
The other gamers wanted to know where he had been all this time. I told them.
Now we journey together every night to keep his memory alive; visiting all the places he had once gone, finding all the things he had built for me and the hidden messages left inside.