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the house literally has the same smell…
how is that possible….decades and the smell hasn’t changed.
‘smell is the strongest sense tied to memory’
buck’s voice in his head
a memory from LA, from a whole different life.. he remembers it clearly though.
remembers bucks cologne too. he likes that smell…
he walks the halls of the house he knows every corner of yet feels like a stranger in.
it’s not his home anymore. south bedford isn’t his home anymore… the fixer upper he’s in sure as shit isn’t his home..
his parents and chris are out to dinner:
“sorry, grabbing a quick bite. wasn’t sure how long you’d be” helena texted..
eddie reads the text he sent right above it:
“be there in 20 minutes”
he exhales a laugh. it tastes bitter. but he breathes in. steadies himself.
that same smell from when he was 10 fills his nose. it smells like home he thinks.
it fucking smells like his childhood home.….