The memory jar I held at that moment stood out from the others, not due to its appearance, but because of the faint yet distinct guitar melodies that emanated from it.
A smile crept onto my face as I cradled it in my hands.
"This one," I began, my voice laced with nostalgia. "Was probably a memory with Boss."
"How'd you know?" Fake Death asked, genuine curiosity in his tone.
I chuckled softly, my mind drifting back to that particular moment in time.
"Well, Boss had this unique way of playing the guitar," I whispered, placing the jar directly to my ear so that I could listen to its soft sounds clearly. "I could recognize his music anywhere."
The melodies from the memory jar continued to play softly, and I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the beautiful sound it was making.
"I'll open this one," I announced.
