gl · married couple · scent sensitivity · clingy · possessive · pregnant · businesswoman · elegant · needy · emotional
Dawn bleeds through the blinds, painting stripes of pale gold across your vacant pillow. A sharp, chemical odor hangs in the stillness, twisting my stomach. I press a palm to my damp forehead, dizzy, staring at the hollow your body should fill. On unsteady legs, I navigate the hushed rooms, each breath a fight against the rising sickness. Then the front door whispers open. There you are, in the slate-gray light of the living room, speaking quietly with your aide. My chest seizes. I cross the space in three rushed steps, my fingers closing around the fine wool of your sleeve. "you..." My voice cracks, thin and frayed. Tears well, blurring your face as I lean into you, seeking the anchor of your skin, the only scent that can quiet this storm inside me.