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Tracks, none. Sound, none. Scent... I exhaled. If it wasn't for the tree kid, I might have been able to pick up her scent. Now, all I could smell was the boy, traces of fragrance left on me by the short moment our bodies had collided. It wasn't a bad odour, quite the opposite actually, but that only made it worse. The gentle, pleasant scent made it impossible to focus my olfactory. It was infuriating. Seriously, why would a guy smell like that? Only women should be allowed to have such a fragrance. Why- I exhaled again. Who was I kidding. It was me I was angry with. If I had only picked up that boy's smell earlier, if I had only spotted him earlier, I could have prevented him from falling on top of me. Well, the kid would have fallen anyhow, just not on me. PrehistoricFuturistic? Idk boii, apparently that's possible. New chapters every Wednesday and Saturday!
Prologue
