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Souvenir

I hung up with a melancholy expression upon my face. I held my phone in one hand and Rose’s hoodie in the other. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then lifted the hoodie up to take in its heavenly scent.

“Rose…” I whispered softly into the mass of the hoodie.

I packed it into my bag along with my clothes and other things.
I guess I’ll be taking home a souvenir I thought, laughing lightly.

My parents and I ate leftovers from the restaurant we’d been at yesterday. It was silent, as my mother had brought some bad news about my grandma in the hospital…
“The doctors say she isn’t faring well, and the cancer has spread throughout various parts of her body… They might’ve caught it too late.”
I didn’t speak, but my heart sank. My grandmother and I had been close when we lived in New York. My father looked as though he wanted to say something, but went back to his dinner.

That night, I took Rose’s hoodie out to snuggle with, hoping with all hope that I would see her again soon.

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