Perfume

The whiff of the perfume brought back past memories, while waiting for the lift to open on her floor; she let her mind traveled, to where and when everything seemed like a long forgotten dream.

She felt someone patted her head and looked up, it was her best friend. She wiped her eyes with the palm of her hand and let her best friend hold her and repeating the word again and again “It’s ok, you will be fine, it’s ok, I am here with you.”

She looked up to sky, the bells tolled at the back of her, the sky was clear on the day of her best friend departure. She closed her eyes and let the wind fell on her hair and on her face. She remembered her words “I am here with you. You will be fine”

“What would you do if the only string that left you hanging in this world broke off?” her voice trailed the air. He looked at her, his eyes became gentler and then said “well one thing for sure, you will be grasping everything else in this world and probably while doing so you found that there’s a hand extending to grab you.” She turned her head to look at him smiling at her; she smiled back “probably?” He let out a little chuckle “the most important thing is you try hard before the end” She answered him with a small smile. He took her hand and held it tightly. She felt the warmth of his hand and looked into his eyes and found that they were looking at her soul, “There’s a hand holding you” and held his hand back tightly while the wind blew softly.

The lift door opened and she saw him there, smiling at her. She smiled at him widely and said “You are here”. He smiled back and said “I am here with you.”