Lavender
Aoko found Kaito's tub of gel.
For his magic performance purpose, Kaito had a specific preference for the branding of gel he used for his hair.
He bought it online, a website that Aoko was not familiar with. She didn't care anyway, even as his wife, it was a simple purchasing job that he could do himself.
As years went by, Aoko became familiar with that scent of lavender. Everywhere Kaito lingered, the smell would be there. The bed, the sofa, every single time when Aoko hugged Kaito. It was a comforting lavender smell that Aoko grew to love, and there was no way in hell she would trade anything for it.
One day, while Aoko was packing her belongings in the house because she had decided to officially move back to her old town, she came across that very gel Kaito bought in the corner of the dress cabinet. It was covered in dust, but Aoko ignored it, for she was too busy being elated with her unintentional treasure hunt.
She opened the cover and there it was; Kaito's finger marks on the gel, from where he had last used to apply his hair one year ago.
Aoko took in a deep breath.
One year ago... when he died in a car accident on his way home.
A year was considered long and Aoko had been trying hard to forget too, so the house that she avoided for the whole year no longer smelt of lavender when she first entered the place that was supposed to be called her home. Instead, the house had grew cold and empty, and that was exactly the same as how Aoko felt for the entire period.
But when she found this, her world flipped all around again.
Her trembling fingers touched the imprinted mark in the gel as the familiar lavender scent continuously filled her lungs, although she wasn't entirely willing to breathe out, in fear that it would disappear forever again.
Everything about Kaito was inside this thing Aoko was holding right now.
She would give anything just to touch his hand, smell his scent, and see that cocky smile he would show in the mirror after he had completed his styling of hair. Even if it was just one second.
How silly of her. She chided herself inwardly.
Aoko thought a year was enough for her to move on, but here she was, crying over a stupid tub of gel...
Her eyes continued running like a waterfall as she clutched onto the container tightly to her chest.
not the best... but there's no way I'll forget my fave for angst haha
thanks for reading, reviews are appreciated.
Kinda lost about what I should do when I've finished my multi-chap fic now... boohoo