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36. Smell
The world smelled like mud and dying plants. Like smog, and hate, and oil. Alex knew that it was all in his head, that the word hadn't really changed during the last few days.
Other then his best friend being dead.
Again.
Alex hadn't even had time to properly mourn properly before being trust into another battle. Had not yet wrapped his head around the thought of a world without Brandon there to watch his back. He wanted to be angry or sad but emotions ran through his head so fast Alex couldn't give a name to them.
Asazi tried to help, and he loved her even more for it. But she didn't know what to do, Alex didn't know what she could do. So he smiled and told her things would be fine. They weren't, she knew that they weren't. But Asazi smiled back and backed off, acting as though nothing had prompted her to stroke his hair while Alex pretended to be asleep.
Things would get better after a while. Alex was sure that it would happen even though he couldn't see how. The world would go back to normal and things would stop smelling like death.