Chapter 22

Seeing her again like this was a shock to my system.  The last time I had seen her familiar features - the shape of her nose, the way her earlobes curled up at the bottom, the curve of her neck - she was wearing my black leather belt as a permanent necklace.  It was difficult enough trying to decipher the mixed emotions I was having right now without her physical presence overpowering every logical thought in my mind.  As we drove through the quiet night I tried to distract myself by watching the city pass by through the window, but even there I could see her reflection in the window occasionally as she sat behind the steering wheel.  She was wearing Red Door, her favorite perfume, and it hung in the air inside the small interior of the car...

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