I tried

[anysia]

I tried to take the dress I wore during Keito's last moments with me out of the closet to wash. Even after a month, it smelled like him, and I just burst into tears. I couldn't do it. I held it to my face, and could smell him. The tears just started rolling. Typing this through salty goggles right now.

I can't bring myself to wash it, just like i can't bring myself to wash the blankets I made a bed out of for him.

I miss him.