*sneaks and uploads a new chapter*
I swear I'll get my act together. I feel so awful for having seemingly abandoned you guys.. Real life has been taking quite a toll on me, but I hope I can make up for such a long wait with this short little chapter. I plan to write more. I promise I will.
Prompt Word #14: Tear
It was one thing to be completely snug in Garry's bed with his big, comfortable blanket, but Ib felt even more cozy when she was wrapped up in his coat. She loved pulling the cobalt-colored fabric all the way up to her chin, pulling it close to her with her arms. The collar of it had those interesting little artistic tears along it. They sprayed out in her face and tickled at her neck and chin.
His coat smelled like cigarette smoke, which she hated. But when she smelled the faint tobacco on the fabric, she couldn't help but breathe it in deeply, catching the scent. With it, she would always picture him, dream of him. It always put her in a state of relaxation, no matter what.
Ib would use her tiny fingertips, to tug carefully at the tears if she were to get nervous or start to daydream. If given the choice, she would definitely choose Garry's coat over any old blanket. The scent calmed her down, and the way the stray pieces of the collar brushed against her face.. it felt like Garry was running his fingers along her cheeks, comforting her.
Sometimes she'd fall asleep on his couch by accident. When she'd awaken, she'd find that Garry would drape his coat over her instead of a blanket. She would always have faint memories of the time they were in the gallery—the bad gallery—where she fainted and he wrapped his coat around her. When she breathed in the scent of his torn accessory, she could faintly smell the lemon candy he gave her that day.
With Garry's coat—the scent, the softness, and the feeling of those tears against her face—she never had nightmares.
I hope this will hold you over until my next update, which I hope to make soon! Winter's approaching, consequently, my hours are gonna get cut, which sucks for real life, but that'll give me time to write. Please remember that I love every single one of you and I read all of your reviews and cannot even begin to thank you enough. Thank you so much!