He curled around the jacket, the tough leather pushing against his body, though he didn’t seem to mind. He traced the dull red design as he breathed in the fading scent that brought him back. Back to the summer nights lying on a blanket, looking up at the stars, listening to the crickets chirp. Back to the fall evenings walking through the city street sipping on pumpkin spiced drinks. Back to winter movie marathons on the couch, cuddled up in festive sweaters. Back to spring motorcycle rides through the countryside, wind whipping through their hair as he clung to that jacket. To the day they crashed, the day he watched his love be wheeled away. To the day he was gone with nothing left but a scar, an unsaid goodbye, and a leather jacket.