I sorted through the closet for a clean shirt. My hand came to rest on something unfamiliar. I pulled it out, my eyes blurring as I walked to the bed, sinking onto it. I brought it to my face, inhaling the smell of leather mixed with the lingering but unmistakable scent of Ben. He had been wearing it the first time I ever saw him. Somehow, or perhaps sub-consciously, I must have missed it on that day I had sorted through his things. I lay down, wrapping it around myself. Another part of him that he had left for me