She'd hadn't planned on coming across it that day. It had been years since she had last wore the soft fabric around her waist. Years since she last felt his warm, strong embrace. Years since he last said her name in a gasp of passion. Yet here it was, years later, in box that had long been forgotten.
She never thought that in a frantic search of her flat to find a book that she'd come across the scarf that Fiyero gave to her. But there it was. It still smelled of their love. She fought back tears that stung her eyes as she picked up the scarf and ran it through her thin fingers. In a rush of memories, she tied the scarf around her waist and collapsed onto her bed and cried.