Bittersweet Sanctuary

Stella

The scent of mahogany and bergamot fills the air as I step into the room that was once mine—our room, really.

I feel so drawn to the familiarity of it all; the embroidered curtains, the chestnut armoire that I remember picking out myself, and the plush rug that used to cushion my bare feet in the mornings. Every little detail is still the same, just as I remember it. It’s uncanny, really.