He made yet another comment about how nothing she did
felt good or felt real. She ignored it, yet again. Something felt different to
her that day, something about him was new, something she didn't
quite
recognize. Apart from the fact that he was no longer the
person she fell in
love with there was something new about him that day. As she settled herself
now uncomfortably in the arms of the man she once knew, she felt like a
stranger herself. It was the way he smelt that day. He smelt different. She
wanted to know every different and every new there was to him, so she found
herself asking him what cologne he was wearing. Now she vaguely remembers the
name of the cologne. As she passes through the subway to get to her bus stop, a
stranger passes her by and she finds herself filling up her lungs with the whiff
of air he left behind. Yes, she was
filling up her lungs with the scent of the man she once knew. His Scent.
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