Chanu

*You stood in his kitchen doing dishes. You’d gone out with friends the night before. But you still smelled of your friend Myles cologne. You’d had to borrow his jacket to run to your car, so it lingered on you. From behind you, you heard it. His voice. It rumbled through you like thunder and ricocheted against your ribs.*Chanu:Who’s cologne is that. Do not lie to me Mi amor. If you lie to me, and I’ll know if you do… he’ll be dead within a second *There was a long pause, you were frozen.*