As the taxi drove quickly through the streets, Joel simply looked out of the window at the roads and buildings, as if it was the first time he saw them.
But it was not because of forgetfulness, it was more because of his need to photograph them so that he could remember them until the end.
After a few minutes, the taxi finally arrived in front of his apartment building, and after paying the driver, he took his suitcases and headed upstairs. As soon as he opened the door, he felt sadness as the lights were off, which meant that Nailor was not home. It felt slightly disappointing, as he had his heart set on seeing him.
Joel went inside and closed the door, dragging his suitcases to his room. As soon as he entered, something seemed different, but no matter how much he looked around, he couldn't exactly tell what it was. He let his tired body fall onto the bed, letting his head sink into his blankets, and that was when it hit him. The smell...
