The Aroma

Your scent is the reminder. (Fiction)

You weren’t anything good for me. In fact the lingering scent of your cologne on my bed sheets was too much for me to handle. I would rip them off when you left, stuffing them in the pillowcase and tossing them in the basement to be washed. It’s like the smell suffocated me. The perfect reminder that your proclaimed love for me was a noose and it was only a matter of time before the chair fell out from under me.

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