Scents

     Arya braced herself against the cool brick of the wall and tried to steady her breathing. She had heard the saying that smells were the deepest ties to memories and emotions, but she had never had that heart stopping, all consuming moment that just hits you mid breath and constricts your throat. She took a shaky breath and lifted her eyes, searching. No familiar faces or voices, just that unmistakable scent that made her reel and remember. Remember so much she tried to push aside and forget, and to move beyond and not look back. 

     Hand clutching her jack tightly at the collar, she closed her blue eyes tightly and slid to the cold, hard ground. Arya had thought she was numb to it, that she had walled her heart off and removed any remaining strings attached to it, but clearly she was wrong. Another shaky breath and she unclenched her white knuckled hand and picked herself off the ground. Not today. She would keep moving.

     Shoving both hands deep into the pockets of her coat she resumed her walking. As much as she wanted to bolt and and get home as quickly as possible, she wouldn't let this control her. It didn't matter. It was the past. Her feet kept moving, her mind racing. 

     Herp derp, desk shift, which means me trying to pass the time and amuse myself. It didn't work all that well and I still have an hour to go. Heh. On to the next semi time consuming thing.