Les fabuleux destins de Mademoiselle A.

I was smilling and laughing of such a great evening when I made my way towards the steps leading to my appartement. Reaching for my keys in my hand bag, a sudden realization made me instantly stop laughing. Slowly, my smile faded away. I inserted the key into the handle lock and push gently the door. With my eyes closed, I entered in the house and smelled your presence. It smelled you, it smelled us. I opened my eyes and saw that you were not in the living room. I glanced at your empty beer bottle there on the table and, with a growing smile, I grabbed it as well as your non-finished instant too sugary coffee cup. I was heading to the kitchen. Deposing everything on the counter, my smile fade away again and I ran into my bedroom to find another trace of you. A pile of your clothes were lying on the bed, perfectly folded. I touched the first one and put it to my nose. Oh it smelled you, it was so good to feel you that my eyes were filled with tears. I took the pile of clothes and I put them in the fourth drawer, where some of your other stuff is already. I closed the drawer and sat on the bed to breath deeply. I’m now lying in the bed feeling you’ll come any minute. But you are not. You left today.

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