He choose HIS cologne as his favorite and ONLY perfume. Every morning he rise and dress, pat it gently on the neck.
It smells like something fresh something cool, something sweet something sunny, something bitter something smoky.
And it's deep. Like someone deep inside his heart.
Never he told anyone he wear the perfume for grieving.
The scent, it's a part of him now.
While the ONE , is still a missing piece of his soul.
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无趣的香水小脑洞
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