https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pw1ahI_o388
Of course this was the song playing. Not really a sad song, but it's ... bittersweet. You can imagine Devan sitting with this worn photo album in his hands, one leg tucked under him. Sun is streaming through some curtains - it's dusty. He's staring at it. He's placed the album aside for weeks, unable to look at it.
Finally, he opens it. Closes it after seeing Kiyomi's happy expression inside. Devan looks hurt, and is about to set the photo album aside ... but takes a slow breath before opening it again. He flips through a few pictures slowly.
He can remember the way she smelled, the small quirk of her smile. There was the day they brought the kids to the springs, and another picture that showed another glimpse into the past. Devan smiles, a dull ache starting up in his chest. This was what his family once was. If the vampire could cry, his tears would be soaking the album as he slowly moves from one page to the next. Kiyomi's birthday - the prom. Their wedding. Her children, the infants looking content. He continues on, his sorrow burdened by bittersweet joy.
Finally, he reaches the end of the album. By now his quiet sobs were nearly silent, and he presses a cold hand to the picture. Gently closing the album, Devan looks out the curtained window as best he can.
I'll always remember you, love. I can't forget you.