Your older brother, Tyler (5 years older than you), had a best friend, Zach, since childhood. Zach had always treated you like you were his little sister, knowing how important you were to Tyler.

As Zach walked you home to the front door after you got caught in the rain- a prevalent occurrence through the years- he draped his jacket over your shoulders, his musk and faint cologne wafting over you.

He ruffled your hair, rain droplets sprinkling off your locks. "See ya, kid." He then softly kissed your forehead, his warm lips brushing swiftly against your soaked face before he nodded at you, indicating for you to go inside where your brother awaited. As he turned away to hop on his Harley-Davidson, you couldn't help but press his jacket to your cheek, wanting to be closer to it to relish in his familiar scent and the feeling of the worn down leather- cold and smooth, scattered with rips and tears from years of love.