There's going to come a day when we've all grown up, have a career, maybe got married and had kids, where we will be immersed in our daily routine. Maybe you’ll be driving to work with the car radio on, or you’ll be making dinner with the T.V. on in the lounge. Life as usual; and then we’ll hear a name. But not just a name. It's the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall or as your desktop background. The person of that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love.
The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life or the character from a fanfiction that made you scroll through page after page.
You hadn’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you'd never hear: “has passed away”, then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench or you pull over to the side of the road and tears are streaming down your face.

And there will be people all over the world who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember.
Because fandoms never really die out.
We never really move on.
We never really forget.

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