The Scent
Throughout
your story

You pull out the leather jacket you tossed into your suitcase when you left for college. It has become your second skin, thrown over the jeans that carried you through high school, paired with the boots from your sixteenth birthday, shadowed by the sunglasses that try to hide both exhaustion and curiosity.

 

It has followed you to libraries, lecture halls, study groups, and kept you company in late night walks, stringing debates, and parties you blacked out from. It is in your closet, present and drained with memories from just the past few weeks before, or even longer…

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Your leather jacket sparkles as it catches the light— the spontaneous and wonderful memories, or even those that haunt, reside in the heaviness of its texture. And the sight of it warms you— in the cold and long winter ahead, this leather jacket, slightly torn on the wrists and neck, is the small sun that radiates the best moments, a reminder that you are burning with your own story.