most of the things in this story are made up
english is not my first language so i hope i make sense <3
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(you and Tom both are 20 in this story)
evening
short story
It was that familiar scent in the air that would often bring a nostalgic wave to your mind, that summer scent that most evenings would surprise you with.
After you'd smell the scent, mostly it would remind you of Tom, and the most confusing fling you had with him. Of course, it was you who laid eyes on him first, even though he was nothing but friendly, he still kept a safe distance from you.
Apart from the visual features that most people noticed right away, you liked him in a different way. You two were not close, and you could say, he was a little avoidant, but for you it was fun, the way he would give you awkward answers, awkwardly joke hoping you would laugh, at often times you noticed how he would sometimes avoid eye contact with you, which made you feel a bit bad, deep in your heart you hoped it was just him being too flustered.
You finally got up the courage to confess your feelings, which he was not surprised with. At that point, you two were very close, so he figured it out eventually. You still remember his face, awkwardly smiling and nodding before telling you he knew, followed by both of you laughing.
That evening Tom suggested a great idea.
"How about we go back to my place? We can talk and eat some food. I'm really hungry."
"Isn't it a bit weird that you're asking a girl to come to your place after she confessed her feelings for you?"
"Stop being an idiot, it is not that serious, okay?"
You both headed to his place, on the way there you decided to pick up some groceries and drinks while having a wholesome time together.
At that time, you still had little hope for him to try and make a move, even if it was the only time he would, but as of now, you remember enjoying his presence, the way he talked, his random mocking noises whenever you made a stupid joke. That night wasn't special because you thought he would kiss you, but instead because time went by really fast, the food tasted ten times better, he looked more relaxed in your eyes, and you felt secure. It's not that kissing is not intimate for you, but being with him and having a "night talk" with him was way more intimate than anything in that moment.
That night you knew how sparkly your eyes were every time he talked and you were gazing at him. And you knew he noticed that.
His eyes just as excited to hear you and see you.
After that, it sort of became your thing.
Every time Tom would be alone, you would hang out with him for the night, he would find different food recipes every time.
And the scent that reminded you of him was the exact scent you smelt the day that he kissed you and the day it was all over.
" We are touring again this year, it's going to be a long one, i'm not sure when i'll be back."
"...Cant we keep in touch?"
"Yeah, totally."
Silence filled the space between you.
"You can't just kiss me and reject me at the same time, Tom."
"I know, I know, but, oh god, I wanted to do it for so long and... I just wanted to remember it."
"Remember it for what?"
"To make sure you see me smiling and energetic on that stage, 'cause it will be for you. Every time you see me smiling, please know that I'm thinking about you."
It has been a year after that happened, and their tour was the most successful tour they've had, boys did a great job.
You were really happy for them, but after you listened to few interviews, you eventually stopped keeping up with them. He did not keep in touch, and based on the interviews, he definitely did not smile on stage because of you.
After awhile, you slowly got over it. There were moments where you would end up at places where you and Tom would often hang out, and feel that heart wrenching feeling for a second, but it went away.
When he came back, he did not call.
And you did not call, either.
Your fingertips sometimes found their way up to your lips, as if they were on their own, reminiscing the taste of his.
And yet, you knew, it would never happen again.
