A Lingering Scent of Perfume

Ghost

"It's a great extravagance to love someone from afar," he said. "It costs more than you could ever know."

"It's not a choice," she said, "it's an unfortunate fact."

"Someone should talk some sense into you," he said, turning.

"Your ghost is already sitting in your armchair, waiting for you to leave, so it can begin to visit my sleep and skulk through the shadows of my days."

Of course, he was already gone.

The Vague Sense that Something Might Not Be Right