HazyOctober
Past. Such a simple, boring word for what it represents. Have you ever thought about how seemingly randomly new people appear, and disappear, or how events just happen? It's weird, I know. I honestly don't believe in fate. I believe there's a reason for most stuff that ever happened to us.
For me, the reason this story happened at all was the girl called Elyssa. She was the transfer student, mysterious and interesting, and I was the awkward brick, inexpressive and anxious.
We built a private little world around us. We would go on dates, share inside jokes, but it all then started crumbling. Struggles with identity, rigid ideals and misunderstandings, ... they all led to an inevitable end.
This is a story about uncovering that past, living in the haze for a while, and recalling how that perfume smelled.