The scent of Lucy's perfume lingered in the bedroom as she closed the bathroom door to take a shower. Once she was out of sight, Felix turned to rest his face on her pillow. She smelled of jasmines and desert winters, and he relished in the thought of her smile and the scent of her freshly washed hair. It had been years since his pillowcases smelled of anything other than detergent and dampness.
On that winter night, his other pillowcases hung in surrender on the drying rack next to the radiator in his living room. The perfumes from other girlfriends had long faded, and he had embraced the idea of living a life unbothered by the presence of others.
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