Going through old clothes was something she did every year. She pulled out everything and separated it into a pile that would be donated to the thrift store and a pile that just needed to be thrown out. It was nice to get extra space in her bureau but sad to see some much loved garments go.
Reaching the bottom she picked up something that looked out of place. A big black T shirt in amongst her tiny, brightly colored tops. For a moment she stared at it unknowingly, and then all at once the memories flooded in. She lifted it gently to her face and his smell penetrated her heart. Her face was now buried in it, inhaling his sweet presence that had been absent so long. She had been able to handle the knowledge that this shirt was his but his smell still lingering in the fabric broke her down completely. She had always heard that scent was strongly linked to memory, but she had no idea it could so quickly bring someone to tragic lonely tears.