I… I’m here,
This is her place.
I stood there for a little while wondering what to do next. I looked up and down the street hoping the answer would just present itself but nothing and no one appeared. I looked back at the building, this old almost derelict building. It didn’t make sense; the building was so decrepit, no one could have lived there for years and yet I knew I had been there just six months ago.
With my urge for answers strengthening I stepped through the main lobby door. It felt so much colder inside than out. In front of me, I began the ascent up the staircase, old, noisy and dust ridden. I kept walking up not really knowing what floor to go to, hoping that something would be familiar and then I smelt it, that purple fragrance.
With my nose in the air, sniffing like a blood hound, I followed the aroma. It wasn’t hard to do and I found myself on the top floor with two apartments either side of the corridor. On one side the smells were musty and damp, on the other the fragrance, my fragrance of… What was that smell?
I knocked somewhat timidly at first hoping no one was there. When no one did answer I knocked again, this time with a bit more vigour. I was beginning to feel disappointed at the fact no one was answering.
When no answer came again I took hold of the door knob, retracting quickly as it was freezing cold. It felt as though it had been in a freezer for some time and then fitted to the door not moments earlier. Still, with my jacket sleeve wrapped around my hand I took hold of the handle again and turned.
The door opened.
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