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Title: “The Perfume He Never Smelled”
Literature
4 days ago
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4 days agoTitle: “The Perfume He Never Smelled”
I had just one rule: never fall for a customer.
But when Idris walked into my little skincare shop, I forgot that rule—just like I forgot my name for two seconds.
He wasn’t loud or cocky like the others. He didn’t flirt. He didn’t even smile much. He just stood there, pointing at a body butter and saying, “This one smells like peace.”
That was the beginning.
Weeks passed. He came often, always buying the same thing. Sometimes we’d talk. Sometimes we’d just stand in silence. It was enough.
Then one day, he said, “I got a job in Canada. I leave next week.”
My heart dropped, but I smiled. “Congratulations.”
He handed me an envelope. “Don’t open it till I’ve gone.”
He left. I waited two days, then opened it.
It wasn’t a letter.
It was a flight ticket. One for him, one for me.
And a note:
“You’re the peace I want to smell every day. Come with me?”
He left me with a ticket. Just like that.
No promises. No pressure.
Just a quiet message: “You’re the peace I want to smell every day. Come with me?”
I haven’t replied. I haven’t packed.
But I keep holding the ticket like it’s my heart.
Should I go? Would you?
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