As I walked through the heavily scented living room, I could feel the aroma enveloping me, teasing my senses with its rich fragrance. My heart was pounding as I marched towards him, and I caged him in the wires of my arms. He took a moment to respond to my warm welcome, but soon wrapped his arms around me. However, there was something different tonight. That warmth that I always felt when he took me in his arms was missing. It was as if something had changed, but I couldn't comprehend what it was.
Perhaps he was shocked to see me like this today, with the decorated living room, or perhaps it was the scent that welcomed him in before I reached him that brought the difference in him. I tried to shake off the pearls of doubt as soon as they started popping up, and pushed myself back to look into his eyes.
"How's the party?" I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
"It's good," he replied, his tone monotonous.
