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He gave me his jacket and it smelled like him and smoke and I knew why but I wore it anyway. The day he disappeared it was cold outside so I wore his jacket and wiped my nose on the sleeves. We got the call from the psych ward three days later and I couldn't see him or hold him so I buried my face in his jacket even though it smelled like smoke and I knew why. I kept it stuffed in the corner between the wall and my bed so on the nights when I missed him too much to sleep I could wrap myself in it even though it didn't smell like him anymore. When he came back a month later and I saw him in a crowded hallway he looked at me and smiled when he noticed I was wearing his jacket and he hugged me so it smelled like him again. I still wear his jacket when I can't sleep at night.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
His Jacket
He gave me his jacket and it smelled like him and smoke and I knew why but I wore it anyway. The day he disappeared it was cold outside so I wore his jacket and wiped my nose on the sleeves. We got the call from the psych ward three days later and I couldn't see him or hold him so I buried my face in his jacket even though it smelled like smoke and I knew why. I kept it stuffed in the corner between the wall and my bed so on the nights when I missed him too much to sleep I could wrap myself in it even though it didn't smell like him anymore. When he came back a month later and I saw him in a crowded hallway he looked at me and smiled when he noticed I was wearing his jacket and he hugged me so it smelled like him again. I still wear his jacket when I can't sleep at night.
molly-hart
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
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