The worst thing happens when you smell him all of a sudden.
It is a breeze, sporadically appearing out of thin air, taking you within in it's grasp: bringing you back to the memories of lying in his bed, and for a split second you are tricked, which causes you to shiver, as you feel his touch graze across your arm and you look up, no matter what you are doing, searching frantically for the source of this deliciousness your nose touched,
but he's not here.
He's gone and he's not coming back.
Only the faint odor lingers behind in the empty sheets, and it is not fair, you think to yourself. It is simply not fair, how the universe gets to pull such cruel pranks on you.
