My mate Xale, based on a true story:
This story is about something that truly happened to me, I only changed names.
Xale was one of my classmates, a nice and handsome guy like most of them.
He used to sit on the other side of class, but when my table-mate doesn't come to school, he comes and sits with me.
Just the other day, he came and sat with me.
Since that day, I have never forgotten his smell. Well, he was really close so I felt his smell, and I cannot describe it, but I will never forget it.
Last week, when I entered to the class, there wasn't many people there. But when I sat, I noticed Xale's smell.
I was pretty sure it was his, but the strange thing is he wasn't in class.
Xale entered later, but when he did, his strong smell stopped. I noticed the change.
Yesterday, for example, I started worrying.
I was smelling him even before he entered to class, but the smell lasted all the day long... even though Xale didn't come to school.
Although it all, the smell was there stronger than ever. Everything I was near smelled like him: tables, other guys, clothes... whatever.
His smell was unmistakable, so I knew it was his.
I wonder if I'm just too obsessed with him, but the real thing is his smell is different from everything because I can remember.
Even blind, I would recognize him because of his smell. Sometimes, people's smell last in my mind, but this kind was rare.
Well, what do you think of Xale, my ghost-mate?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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