As I sat by the window, my senses were overwhelmed by a combination of sensations that seemed to seep into every fiber of my being. The air around me was thick with the intoxicating aroma of her shea butter, a scent that clung to her like a second skin. It wrapped around me, entwining with my thoughts and memories, refusing to release its hold.
Despite my efforts to anchor myself in the present, I couldn't escape the tugging thread of the past. It pulled at me relentlessly, threatening to unravel the fragile foothold I had established. Determined, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the persistent memories that swirled within me.
