Prompt: Sillage - (from French) in perfumery - a veil of scent that a person leaves behind when walking or when you enter a lift and smell that someone has been there before you; perfume can either have soft or heavy sillage depending on the type. The word is often used in perfume blogs as part of description.
Fandom: Grimm
Nick sat in the lounge of his home; beer bottles lay scattered about his feet and furniture around him. He didn't know how long he sat her; he just knew he sat here after he came home from Juliette's funeral.
He could still smell her perfume lingering in the home, he didn't know if it had truly faded or it's all in his head. Either way, his heart was torn; a husk of what it was. This was his entire fault after all; he should have listened to his Aunt Marie when she said he should have left her.
"Nick man, come on you need to stop drinking."
Nick blinked and looked up into Monroe's concerned eyes, Hank, Bud and Rosalee behind him.
"How long has he been like this?" Monroe asked as he lifted Nick from the couch.
Hank shook his head, "Three days I couldn't get him to respond at all, even when Bud came over."
"The grief is killing him." Bud mentioned nervously.
Rosalee shook her head, "No, it's Juliette's perfume, it's still lingering."
Monroe sighed and told the others to air out the place before walking up the steps and placing Nick in his bed.