It was raining. And cold. And I didn't have a jacket.
We were closing the pool early. It was me, Ryan, and our coworker Autumn. We were supposed to be helping at a charity event that night, and it was outdoors. I hadn't known it was going to rain, and was dressed in a tshirt and shorts.
Without much explanation, Ryan got in his car and drove home. When he came back ten minutes later, he had a jacket for me.
I was pretty sure he wasn't getting that back. It smelled like him. I didn't want to take it off. Ever.
Now I'm never putting it back on, and he's never getting it back. It's sitting in the corner of my closet, buried under old sweatshirts and socks. I should throw it away. Because I despise him.
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