HER LINGERING SMELL
You keep my old scarf from that very first week 'Cause it reminds you of innocence And it smells like me A random story from a random person messes up my head. The volatility of love made him inebriated. The emotion was like a wave returning; her silhouette lingered; and he was intoxicated. The ache was excruciating, and his heart yearned for her touch and voice. A message was enough to murder him quietly. One tear fell, and his pillow was the most convincing proof of how much he craved to be the chosen one. This love still plagued him, and the warmth of her hug lived on in his imagination. "Please don't cry," he said, knowing his heart was in misery, even if her grief was only an illusion. "Let me wipe your tears," he begged, frantically hoping for the so-called ability that would transport him to her. He lowered his head, burying himself in the ugly scar, drowning in her embrace, wishing for a similar emotion in another girl. His tears ricochet, revealing...