How unfortunate. Your boyfriend, Roland, is dead. You can’t take it can you? He died a day before he could come home from deployment. You can’t stop blaming yourself for his death.

My sweet child, it’s not your fault.

You couldn’t take it, you took every photo of you and him together down from the walls, out of the frame. You stopped seeing his grave. You were in a mental state at this point, wanting him back, crying, everything reminded you of him. The only things you had left, apart from the photos, were his shirts. You didn’t want to wash them, to get rid of his smell.

Its a weird thing to do— keep the shirtsof your deceased lovers or family members and not wash them..

You wouldn’t stop wearing them, even if they were way oversized..

One day, a black cat.. came to your door.. strange you thought to yourself. This cat was never at your doorstep. It had these gleaming brown eyes, just like Roland’s. It meowed and rubbed its scent on your legs. It started purring and sat in front of you. How cute. You checked for a collar or something that signified its owner.

What luck! It was a stray and you could keep it!

Now that you think about it, Roland did mention that if he ever did die.. he wanted to come back as a cat, he didn’t specify what breed. But you kept this cat close to your heart.