I had a boyfriend who died, but I didn't get to say goodbye before he passed on. A few days after that, I was walking home from the gym. Suddenly, I smelled his favourite cigarettes. When I entered the lift, the smell grew stronger as if he was beside me, like old times. I instinctively called his name and the emergency bell rang. When the door opened, I ran out. The smell followed me until the point where he used to stop to kiss me goodbye and send me off.
