Vanilla. Rustic, mouthwatering, and warm when it wanted to be. The face it conjured had a strong jaw, rigid mouth, brown hair, and intense green stare. Just like before, I inhaled again. Just like before, it gave me something different. Berries. Sweet, nourishing, and addicting. I couldn’t get enough once I had a taste. It came with sad silver eyes, shaggy black hair, and the pinkest lips pierced. Jericho. My heart sighed his name, and the others immediately followed. Houston. Loren. How could I have forgotten them? It may have only been a day, but even a moment was too long. I’d never forgive
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