He smelled like a rainy day in the spring, after the sun had come out and the flowers had started to bloom again. He smelled like happiness. He smelled like my life before it turned dark, before I became this fucked up version Harmony. The damaged one. The basket case. This cowboy smelled like that, but his stormy eyes told me that he wasn’t happy. In fact, I was sure there was no sunshine in his life at all.
