Ambedo Stories

Flowers of memories that were forgotten; Locked and encased in time, As one fateful night caused them to meet once again; They are now bound to be opened.

That smell again For a moment everything stopped. It felt as if the world had frozen and the only thing my senses could perceive was her essence. It was a soft scent, not too sweet, but not too bitter. It was a perfect harmony, a scent that perhaps many could perceive, but only I could appreciate; at least that's what I believed. I could sense her presence from miles away, as if she was the only person in the room, and after that moment I couldn’t get her out of my mind.