" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈. " - 𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐀 She walked through the door with him. The air was cold, but he kept her warm through his hand, she felt warm and safe just holding his hand But something about it felt like home to her. After meeting his sister, she forgots her scarf at his sister's house. After the break up he still have her scarf in his drawer even now. Her scarf was always wrapped around his neck while being outside. Missing her and her scent he would always thought about her, being on his side.