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Colours of Insanity

‘Did you love him?’

He called me his baby doll, ‘It’s you and me till the end baby doll’ he would always say, well at least until I shot him in the head.

‘Did you love him?’

‘Too much I’m afraid.’


He smelt like my favorite flowers sweet without a hint of bitterness, he smelt like a sunny day and a warm smile. He smelt like lazy Sunday afternoons and warm cups of tea, he smelt like my mother’s couch and my bedroom floor and just about every other place I loved him. He smelt like those cheap car air fresheners and long night time drives to nowhere in particular.

He smelt of all these wonderful things and something more, I didn't notice the smell until he was gone. He smelt of every beautiful thing in the world mixed with heartbreak.

He stank of death and broken promises.