This is It

For the contest The Girl.

Slowly, Renn brought the flower to her nose. She could smell the pollen, and the fragrance emanating from the petals. Under all the confusing, floral scents lay something more subtle, a smell left behind by a mere touch of the hand. The scent she had known for so long, the scent that had become a part of her life in a snap and left just as quickly. This rose was from Sam, she would know his smell anywhere. Renn was puzzled. If they had broken up, then why did he send her a rose? Did he want to get back together with her? It was only then that something clicked in her brain. Something that her colourless sight hadn't picked up before, nor her excellent sense of smell.

It was a yellow rose.

I don't like you...

The words echoed inside her head as if she had spoken them aloud. How could he? How could he not like her? Everyone loved Renn. It was fact. Or... a much believed rumor? Suddenly, Renn wasn't sure of anything. Not anymore. Her thoughts whirled around in her head, colliding, imploding, driving her mad. She trembled. I thought he... he... loved me? Is it all a lie? All of it? As her mental havoc amplified, she screamed. One word, deafening to her ears.

"Why?"

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[Nancy Lee Shrader]

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