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Author's notes: This is just a short drabble that I came up with for a free write during English class. I'm basically, being a very bad person and ignoring the chapter fic that I should be working on, but…whatever. Here it is.
The Scarf
The scarf that was always with him was white and black. It had thick even stripes and an amount of fringe on either end that was beneficial for tickling.
The scarf that was always with him was hand-knit by his grandmother. It was knit during the time of her illness, and was the last thing she made for anyone.
The scarf that was always with him retained no heat because it was worn so thin. He had had it since age eight, and even then it was always with him. The scarf was merely decorative.
The scarf that was always with him was wrapped around his neck. Only on extraordinarily warm days would the scarf be removed and placed carefully in his messenger bag.
The scarf that was always with him was torn in half. It ripped when it got caught on the handlebars of his bike when it was hit by a taxi
One half of the scarf that was always with him was stained with a dark crimson. It had been soaked in he blood when it was stuck beneath him after the accident.
Both halves of the scarf were placed in the coffin with him. They were carefully sewn back together, and the scarf was wrapped around his neck.
The funeral was the last time anyone saw the scarf that was always with him.
Thoughts?