As she stepped in, the smell of his scent wafted into her nostrils. It was as if he was next to her. His scent was a mere existence of him, a fragment of more. She showered, using his body wash this time, taking the time to appreciate her body as a whole. Through the transparent glass of the shower door, she could see an outline of her body. Her scars were covered in hickies from the kisses he effortlessly trailed across her skin from the night prior.