I inhaled, eyes fluttering shut on the enticing mixture of coffee, bourbon, and sandalwood. Then, my eyes shot open, and I blinked before turning to find a candle burning on top of my dresser. A candle I didn’t light. Or purchase. I stared at it for a moment like it was a figment of my imagination before crossing my room. I lifted it, careful not to grab it where it was too hot or tilt it so the wax would put out the flames. And when I read the label, when I recognized where it was from, I sat it back down in a numb sort of awareness. Did he… Did he buy this candle for me? I blinked again, and
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