Jopper: one shots

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Joyce hugged the blue and white flannel, a flannel once worn by Hopper, her true love. She wishes she wouldve told him sooner. But now he was gone, and he would never know how much she loved him. She decied to wear it. In honor of him of course.

It was huge, it almost swallowed her whole. But it was warm. She had smelled it before and it used to smell just like him but not anymore. Now it just smelled like dust. The thought of her never smelling his weird cigarette, beer, wood smelling scent tore her. Or his breath which either smelled minty or whiskey breath. The thought of that broke her it stopped her from feeling anything other than sadness.

She walked out of her room, to watch some tv, calm herself down and light a cigarette.
"Mom, what are you wearing?" Jonathan asked. Not in a rude way, it seemed like he really was curious.
"Its Hops. I just miss him today I guess."
"Oh, Im sorry mom"
"Its alright, have fun with nancy." She says rubbing her elbows. 

A crinkle noise was made in the pocket when she moved her arms. She opened the pocket, unbottoning it carefully. It reeked of him. It smelled like his cigarettes. Not hers, not the ones that you buy at Melvalds but his. The paper smelled even more like him. Woody and almost popcorn like. It was weird. But the smell, the smell brought her back. To everything shes ever done with him.

It didnt say anything like lovey or nice it just read
pick up depression medication 7/21

It gutted her that he had been going through a depression, with no one and it almost seemed like she was the one who needed him most, and he was going through so much at the time. She slightly smiled as she smelled the note. It smelled so much like him, even the pocket. She wanted to preserve it somehow yet she couldn't put her finger on how to do that.

She fell asleep on the couch smelling the note, it provided her so much comfort yet so much sadness.

When she awoke at around 7:30 the smell was gone. She wallowed in the couch. Rolling over and back looking desperately for a sign of him.

Joyce got up to go rummage through his box. Hoppers box full of all his stuff. She looked through all his flannels searching for notes or a pocket that smelled like him, like home. It seemed like there was nothing, no more smells atleast like that, like Hopper.

She sniffled as she came to realization that there was nothing that smelled like him. She snuggled up harder into his flannel, it was comforting, like one of his hugs.

The white and blue flannel, Hops white and blue flannel.