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Perfume

I used to watch my mother get ready for all of her big parties. She'd always wear the prettiest dresses, the ones I wasn't allowed to touch. Her light brown hair would be neat and tidy, twisted up into a bun at the back of her head, but by the end of the night golden curls would always be spilling out of it, no matter how many pins she stuck in it. She'd wear her fancy shoes, the ones that made the prettiest clicking noises when she walked. Once she was dressed, her make-up done, and her shoes on, she would pull out the small golden bottle of magic. It was a sweet perfume that smelled of the spring nights when the fruit trees were in full bloom. It was my favorite part, when she pressed down and it emitted that sweet smell that will forever be engraved in my memory. I would watch her as she would daintily sprit her wrists with the magic liquid, then her neck, and finally she would turn to me and smile.

"Hannah, darling, how do I look?" Her smile would grow, her perfectly painted lips parting only slightly. My mother always hated her teeth and would always try not to show them.

"Like a princess!" I would shout, my eyes breathing in her beauty. My mother would laugh before calling me to her and then hugging me tightly.

"Stay out of trouble while your father and I are out."

"Yes mama," I would reply like the obedient child I was. Father would usually interrupt around this time. Appearing at the door in his finest clothes and giving my mother a pleading look.

"Elizabeth we're going to be late. You know how your father gets when we're late."

"Yes, yes, I'm coming." And with that she would leave, her heels clicking on our wood floors as she left. I would always stand perfectly still and try not to breathe until I could no longer hear them tap on the floor. When the silence reached my ears I knew they had left.

She would always leave, but the smell of sweet spring nights would always linger. I used to tell myself that it wasn't perfume, but a magic spell that my mother left behind to guard me on the nights when she was out. It used to make me feel safe; it used to make me feel loved.

Now, as I look threw a box of my mother's old things and come across that pretty gold bottle I would love for nothing more than to feel safe and loved. But as I release a bit of the magic scent I feel nothing but pain and sadness.

It only seems to remind me that she is gone.

A/N: I dunno why but I sat down and I just wrote this last night. It was 3 AM when I started, so excuse any mistakes I didn't catch when proofing. Oh yes... Please review? Reviews are like paychecks to the fanfiction writers andright now I'm quite poor.