I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like her.
She was like smoke.
That’s the only way to describe her.
Fleeting and gone as fast as she came.
No matter how many times you breathed her in, felt every part of her consuming you with that familiar burning sensation that overcame your senses and filled your lungs with fire.
And just like smoke, she was temporary.
There one second, gone the next.
Never staying in one place too long.
Swept away by the wind and even if someone tried to keep her, she would find a way to escape.
But she always lingered in the most literal sense.
Thoughts of her consumed you and when you entered a room you could just feel the remnants of her being.
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