Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they're Ryan Murphy's.
A/N: This time, like most times, I don't have anything to say, I just like having three bold sections up top.
Prompt: Scarf
It was a chilly day, wind cutting through any thickness or layering of coats. Brooke was cold.
Brooke loved her scarf, especially on days like today. It wasn't designer by any means, but that was the importance of it. A little tag sewn onto a corner read "Handmade with love by Sam McPherson". It had taken Sam four months of dedicated, covert knitting to finish the project.
It only took the thought of Sam, grinning and waiting for her by an antique fireplace, maybe some hot cocoa in hand, to block the slicing cold. Brooke waited for the bus, snuggling down into the scarf, warmth seeping back into her blood. She inhaled through the yarn, and her mind drifted back to the day Sam had presented her finished project to her.
She recalled the satin ribbon that had bound the scarf in a neat bundle before Christmas. When it was untied and free, Sam had draped it across Brooke's back, pulling the sensuous red line across her curves in patterns of unadulterated wonder.
And the poem that Sam had given her, written in flowing letters across that ribbon, recited in French to her through a warm smile and scattered kisses.
She loved these as the few reminders of Sam's touch and voice- the only memories that hadn't faded since Sam's death.
Brooke was cold again.