Title: The Smell of Fear (Exploring a relationship through 5 senses #4 –smell)
Author's Notes: just borrowing the lads, no copyright infringement intended
Bodie quietly entered Doyle’s flat. After three days the air still stank of cordite, blood, and sour milk. Two bullets had found Doyle here, in his own home. Bodie wandered through the silent rooms ignoring his own rank fear that Doyle wouldn’t survive - his fear that this empty silence would permeate the rest of his life. A faint scent of their recent coupling lingered in the bedroom. Rumpled sheets stuffed in the laundry smelled of his cowardice. He’d panicked at the intimacy Doyle had unconditionally offered. He’d run, leaving Doyle hurt. He hoped it wasn’t too late to beg forgiveness.