[He couldn't quite do it. Part of him wanted to, because it represented that feeling of being left behind and lonely. But, at the same time, it was still "home". As much as he hated it, he was attached and couldn't quite get rid of it. It was the main reason he even still had the place to begin with back home.
Idly, he wondered what kind of shape it was in now. Without someone there for so long, who knew what happened to it and his hoverbike. That was another mixed feeling thing he owned, left behind by his dad. Yet, when he was on it, speeding through the desert, it was like nothing else in the world mattered. He couldn't get rid of that, either.
He sighed, staring at the picture again for a bit, before finally just flipping the whole pad face down and resting his head on his knees for a moment.]