He had been there before. His surroundings, however, seemed distorted as if the pieces of the puzzle no longer fit. He was engulfed in a wave of illusion; a thick fog of desolation as he ran his fingertips across the sink. He could smell her shampoo and the faint aroma of her body lotion that she had used every night before they went to bed. How long had she been gone? The shower, he noticed still glistened of tiny drops of water.
Slowly, he continued searching the hotel room. Although he couldn't see her, he knew he had found her.  |
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