It smelt of him (Mi's side)

It smelt of him

Mi

I had been moved to a new room which was up on the second floor and I didn’t like it. There was nothing spectacularly different with the room, it actually looked ever so slightly bigger then dream and the colour wasn’t particularly bad and that wasn’t mentioning the fact that this floor had no nurses station overlooking the rooms from the corridor but I had decided that it still somehow smelt of him and I didn’t like it.

Out of all the rooms they had the choice to put me in tranquillity seamed almost mean considering that fact that summer, mark and Echo had all moved at the same time and had not managed to get a room that smelt of him still.

Closing my eyes gently I tried to chase away the feelings that exploded around me when ever I thought about the little bits of him that had made me human for a while. How His lips felt when they where locked around mine, how his messy brown hair felt in my fingers, how my heart thumped so alive and so warm inside my chest when we walked near me or how he stared at me with such an intensity it felt like his eyes could kill me or save me.

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Breathing slightly heavier from the memores I pulled the piece of paper out from my bedside table and straitened it out before staring at the curious cursive of his had writing on the short note he had given me when he left that also contained his number.



Dear Mi

I can’t believe I found you, maybe I should have told you before now and maybe writing this in a note isn’t the best idea but I have to tell you now or I never will, I think I love, no I know I love you.

Get better

Fight this

Call me

Conner

That was it just over fifty words and a mobile number wrote underneath begging me daily to call it though I never could bring my self to do it. When he had given me the letter and asked for my number in return I had begged my self to say something and I had pleaded with my body to work for just s few seconds so I could write my number for him on a piece of paper but it hadn’t and now I had no idea where he was or what he meant by he loved me. No one ever loved me and we had only touched twice. Had he felt the same sparks as I had; the same desire that had swept through me on all levels?

There were so many questions to ask so many memories that had been photographically imprinted on the inside of my head, and still the room smelt of him.