I Love Writing Fiction

I'm just going through a pile of clothes that have built up and need putting away. I come across one of my tops that needs turning in the right way. I shake it out and all I can smell Is her. I hold it upto my face to smell, I take a deep breath in. In that moment it's like she is right back here with me. I could never get fed up with that smell. Her smell had clung onto my clothes. A smell I thought I'd never smell again.

I know I should put it in the wash but I just cant do it ... I want to cling on to that smell forever. I'd bottle it up of I could.