A Touch Away - Denise N. Rodier
A/N: They don't belong to me.
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He looks at her. She is only feet from him, but she may as well be miles away.
He wished he could say that it didn't matter, but it does. It matters too much.
The smell of cherries drifts towards him, and he knows it is the smell of her. For a few moments, he had known it as the taste of her, too.
She had been soft, and warm. Now she was hard, and cold. A shell of who she had once been.
Another moment, another day, another lifetime.
She feels him looking at her, and tries to ignore it. He is only feet from her, but feet can feel like inches. He is too close.
She wished she could say that it didn't matter, but it does. It matters too much.
She could catch his smell a mile away, but at this close distance, it was pure torture. She could get high off his scent alone, a heady combination of tomatoes, wine, and the cedar that was in his closet. For a few moments, she had known it as the taste of him, too.
He had been bright, and alive. Now he was dark, a symbol of death. A shell of who he had once been.
Another lifetime, another day, another moment.
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