REDEMPTION

It smells like rose gardens after rain, smells like spilled ink and ludicrously expensive perfume. It smells like a girl with next to nothing to lose, who shouldn’t fit, doesn’t fit, who is fundamentally wrong, in all the ways that matter, at least.

It smells like someone who he shouldn’t love half as much as he does.

It smells like a heartache, like a girl, like a mistake.

It smells like redemption.