Chương 3: --Scents

But while she’d changed, and her next moves became unpredictable, mornings were always the same, silent. Drowned in absolute silence, with the lingering scent of spirits and mixes I knew nothing about. She never awoke before the noons, and always stayed within the dark. But on the morning that it happened, she wasn’t holed up in her bedroom, and the rooms lacked the lingering scent which I’d already accepted as a given. Her shoes weren’t kicked off and left to lay in the weirdest places. Everything was in order, too eerie. To me, it’d occurred the day after the Pentecost, for her, it’d happened on the day of the Pentecost, and after. Beaten, hurt, and bruised, she’d walked into our shared apartment, and although she had wounds on her, slowing her pace, and causing her to limp, she’d walked past me as though I’d not been there. And I smelt it, covered and drowned in liquor, the faint scent of something new lingered, and although my mind reminded me to mind my business, and my brain consistently brought me back to the points when she’d screamed at me repeatedly, and told me to mind my business, my soul couldn’t let it be, so I sought her. On entering her room, I came across her person, lain on her bed, windows open, and stuck in a daze, as though dead, yet alive.