Brown leather jacket (Dallas Winston)

Dallas and I sat on a back road of the New York City streets. We were only 10 but we acted so much older. The pavement was cracked, and garbage littered the streets. "You know i have to leave right?" I nodded. "You know I'll see you again right?" I shivered and nodded. He handed me his jacket, brown leather with fake fur lined on the inside. It smelled of cologne and cigarette smoke, a smell I had grown to love. "Keep that, its cold outside." He adjusted it around my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek. "Goodbye Dallas Winston" I was crying now, "Goodbye darling, don't forget me."He smiled, and walked away. I never really did.