I saw why Kevin always insisted on doing the laundry.

For the past three hours, I had been staring at the laundry, waiting for the urge

to arrange the clothes, but it never came. I sighed, finally rising from my

spot and going into our room. Kevin had only been gone for three days, and yet I felt like everything

that held my stable world together had gone on that flight with him.

It was sweet that he texted to check on me every day, but it wasn't enough. I hated that his work

chose now to take him away from me. I was being selfish, but that was exactly why he had agreed to be with me.

He knew just what he signed up for when we married, and now I had to deal with everything that

came with his absence. I trudged upstairs, grumbling under my breath with each step I took, and feeling even angrier by the time

I reached our bedroom. I walked to the laundry basket, noting the clothes spilling out of it,

and groaned under my breath.

You just had to leave, Kevin.

I groaned out to no one in particular.

My steps only grew angrier the more I mold over my thoughts.

However, as I passed his side of the wardrobe, a soft scent slipped to my nose, and I paused in my tracks.

It was his. His scent was all I could inhale. I gasped, tugging the shirt out of the closet,

and smiling some more. It was something I always did. I would sniff him whenever he

returned from an outing, taking long inhales of the musk, sweat and cologne mixed to form his scent.

I always made sure he never ran out of that particular cologne. The cologne impacted the

mix so much that any other would be rubbish. It wouldn't be his. I took longer sniffs,

shutting my eyes in pure exhilaration as I deepened it more. I fell to the bed, holding the shirt

tighter in my arms. The places with the scent focused on were where I pressed against my nose.

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