Rainy Saturdays were sometimes spent inside on the couch. They would watch movies and fall asleep tangled together at two pm, then wake up just in time for dinner and not go to bed that night.
Other times they were spent baking cookies together. They would get if flour fights, crack eggs on each other's heads, and laugh so hard they thought that would puke.
Now was not either of those times. Now she was alone, her other half was gone. Watching movies without falling asleep to the steady heartbeat under her head wasn't the same. Baking cookies without anyone to douse her in sugar and kiss her and say she was just as sweet without her sugary lips wasn't the same.
That house they once shared was never the same. Instead of laughter filling the rooms, empty sighs were barely heard in the hallways.
The one thing she remembered since their first date was the scent. It was everywhere. The kitchen, their bedroom, the couch, the hallways; the bathroom, even. It stayed on all of her clothes no matter how many times she washed them. She could even smell it on herself sometimes.
Every night as she laid her head down on her pillow, the familiar scent of vanilla filled her lungs, and for a split second, she felt high.
