

She puts on his shirt. It's a little big, but she loves the way the soft fabric feels against her skin. The collar is slightly turned up, the sleeves rolled up-it has a careless beauty to it. The smell of his perfume still hangs in the air, mingling with her favorite scent. She looks in the mirror and smiles - there's something special about this outfit. A reminder of an evening she doesn't want to. She sits by the window, her coffee, slowly running her fingers through the fabric. This shirt is like a hug that has stayed with her. Should she keep it?💘😋