Ghost of You {Bang Chan} ✔

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I cleaned out our closet the other day. I found your favorite shirt that day. It was painful going through all of your old clothing, each piece having a contribute to my memories of you, but this tore at my heart the most. You wore that thing so often, I am surprised it didn't fall apart. 

Though that old shirt held a part of you within it. The memories associated with it, the smell of your cologne that still slightly clings to it, and most of all the love you had for it. Even if it had torn to pieces, you never would have had the heart to throw it away. 

While you were alive, I had never guessed the meaning of it to you. I never bothered to ask. I just figured that the white shirt with Looney Toons characters had a special place in your heart- whether it had belonged to someone, someone gave it to you, or you just liked the characters on the front of it. It was obvious that you loved it.

You never let me touch that shirt, though I never really cared. You also jokingly made me promise that I would never wear it. Though that day I found it, I broke the promise I made to you. But the moment I put it on, it felt so wrong. A few seconds after putting it on I quickly took it off. I had no right at all to have worn that shirt. It solely belonged to you and no one else. It felt like I had committed a crime. A crime that was like a secret between you and I.