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A Hard Day's Night

A Hard Day's Night

BY MarauderMap

 

 

CHAPTER 3

 

Fu*king he*l! 

It is Monday today, three days after John’s death, and Nico has done nothing in the past three days. He even did not cry. He is never an expert at feelings, so why would he ever bother? After giving up the idea of a good cry for his gone love, Nico soaked himself in alcohol. He was supposed to get back to home yesterday, but he decided to stay here for a few days more, or maybe it was because he was to drunk to get on a plane.

Sober as he is right now, the suitcase gets in his first sight. John is, was, a very private person, so he hated it when people going through his stuff at the custom. But now, they are his relics now, he cannot go raptures again at a mere touch of his precious things. Nico pushes the button, then the suitcase opens. 

No code? Jee…

Beneath the fancy black surface of John’s Burberry suitcase, there lies an unadorned robe. Nico finds it familiar, and when he put it up, he recognizes it. It is John’s pajamas.

He has to slap himself in order to fight the strong desire to smell it. Though it has been 3 days since he last saw him, he has forgotten his smell.

Fu*k it!

Mmmmmm…

The breeze of Paris suddenly strikes him. That robe does not smell any of the perfume John used, not Creed. It is a breeze, gently cuddling him, as he used to. The velvet smoothly robs his face, like he did before.

Nico puts the robe down and jumps back to wine.


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