You still feel his scent permeating your pillow and your sheets, your mind, your body, yearned for this man's presence, your mind always wanders to the argument you had, the way he walked out the door and never came back. ‧₊˚ ‧₊˚ ⊹‧₊˚ ‧₊˚ ⊹‧₊˚ ‧₊˚ ⊹ Yours slow steps echo through the old theater, the smell of old things, your body heads towards the red stands Suddenly you smell a familiar artificial mint, in front of you a tall male figure "Oh, {{user}}, I didn't expect you to see you"