The Scarf That Brought Us Together
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~ S C A R F ~ My first fictitious story (I think) that's not in the form of a poem. It's progressive and a bit long, so bear with me, please. Hope y'all enjoy!

The Scarf That Brought Us Together

The day my grandmother died,

The day my grandmother died, my mother came in with a box in her hands.

The day my grandmother died, my mother came in with a box in her hands. In it, smelled of something vaguely like my grandmother.

The day my grandmother died, my mother came in with a box in her hands. In it, smelled of something vaguely like my grandmother. I turned my head away.

Upon seeing my discomfort, my mother drew me close for a hug and whispered,

Upon seeing my discomfort, my mother drew me close for a hug and whispered, "Give it a chance."

She tenderly put the box in my lap and headed for the door.

She tenderly put the box in my lap and headed for the door. Turning her head slightly, her face framed with shadows, she told me,

She tenderly put the box in my lap and headed for the door. Turning her head slightly, her face framed with shadows, she told me, "Don't let her death pull your friendship apart."

Absently, I looked down at the box.

Absently, I looked down at the box. Taking the lid off with gentle precision, I lifted a piece of fabric out.

Absently, I looked down at the box. Taking the lid off with gentle precision, I lifted a piece of fabric out. It was a scarf.

A scarf that held countless memories.

A scarf that held countless memories. The scarf that first brought us together.

I bowed my head as I gingerly placed the scarf on my shoulders.

I bowed my head as I gingerly placed the scarf on my shoulders. Then catching a glance of a bubbly handwriting I knew too well as my grandmother's,

I bowed my head as I gingerly placed the scarf on my shoulders. Then catching a glance of a bubbly handwriting I knew too well as my grandmother's, I took up the note and read it,

"Let this scarf bring those you love together, for a person does not truly die until their spirit and memory has been forgotten."

I've worn it ever since.

*** a couple of years later

I'm strolling down a cobblestone path of my college, wearing the scarf in the brisk weather.

I'm strolling down a cobblestone path of my college, wearing the scarf in the brisk weather. My hands are full of textbooks and my scarf nearly undone as I rushed to put it on to get to my next class.

The wind begins to blow harder as I start to awkwardly jog with all the weight in my hands.

The wind begins to blow harder as I start to awkwardly jog with all the weight in my hands. When suddenly, the wind takes my scarf right off my neck.

The wind begins to blow harder as I start to awkwardly jog with all the weight in my hands. When suddenly, the wind takes my scarf right off my neck. I nearly drop my books as I watch it twirl its way to smack someone else rushing to class.

Startled at the sudden contact, he drops his book onto the cobblestones and reaches behind him for the culprit.

Startled at the sudden contact, he drops his book onto the cobblestones and reaches behind him for the culprit. My scarf in his hands, he picks up his book, gives me a half grin and walks over.

"I believe this is yours." he says.

"I believe this is yours." he says. I start to grab for it, but before I can transfer the weight of the books onto one hand, he reaches over my head and carefully places it on my neck.

"I believe this is yours." he says. I start to grab for it, but before I can transfer the weight of the books onto one hand, he reaches over my head and carefully places it on my neck. "Thank you," I whisper.

And with that, he takes half of my books and bids me to follow.

And with that, he takes half of my books and bids me to follow. "Phys 260?" he asks.

And with that, he takes half of my books and bids me to follow. "Phys 260?" he asks. "Phys 260." I reply with a nod.

And with that, he takes half of my books and bids me to follow. "Phys 260?" he asks. "Phys 260." I reply with a nod. We both jog awkwardly towards the building, each with a smile surfacing on our lips.

*** two years later

In a sky of rich dark hues of reds and purples,

In a sky of rich dark hues of reds and purples, we sit on a bench in a comfortable silence.

In a sky of rich dark hues of reds and purples, we sit on a bench in a comfortable silence. Sitting side by side, we share my scarf, hanging around both our necks.

I give a contented sigh as the sun begins her descent below the horizon.

I give a contented sigh as the sun begins her descent below the horizon. Beside me, I feel a tight squeeze of my hand and then a lack of warmth.

I give a contented sigh as the sun begins her descent below the horizon. Beside me, I feel a tight squeeze of my hand and then a lack of warmth. Slightly apart, he faces me, taking both my hands in his.

Suddenly paranoid, I say to him,

Suddenly paranoid, I say to him, "If you're going to leave me, at least tell me it won't be forever!"

Suddenly paranoid, I say to him, "If you're going to leave me, at least tell me it won't be forever!" He grinned at me and shook his head.

With a twinkle in his eyes, he gave a burst of laughter and threw his arms around me.

With a twinkle in his eyes, he gave a burst of laughter and threw his arms around me. Pulling me in, he settled for a tight embrace and whispered,

With a twinkle in his eyes, he gave a burst of laughter and threw his arms around me. Pulling me in, he settled for a tight embrace and whispered, "Please don't ever leave me."

"Never." I muffled into the scarf. "Not even when our memories fade and our bodies become frail. We are in this together, forever and always."

We stayed in the embrace for a while longer after that, under the welcome weight of the scarf that brought us together.

*** Woohoo! Okay so, this would probably one of the first positive pieces I've written on here. I hope it wasn't too long for you and that you were at least mildly entertained. Cheers!

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