VIOLET SWAN.

ITALY.

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"Can you at least tell me what we’re doing here?" I ask as we walk along a deserted beach in the middle of the night.

The sky stretches above us like a dark canvas splattered with indifferent twinkling stars. The waves break gently against the wet sand, leaving behind a trail of white foam glowing under the starlight. My steps are slow, uncertain, as I follow him in silence, still waiting for an answer. And honestly, it pisses me off.

"Are you going to tell me what that stuff was that you sprayed all over my body?" I keep pressing, clenching my fists at my sides without realizing it.

My voice gets lost between the murmur of the sea and the whisper of the night breeze, but he just keeps walking, pretending he hasn’t heard a word. He only laughs, which makes me wonder why I even bother anymore. The salty air brushes my face, carrying the sharp scent of the ocean into my nostrils. That’s when I notice something strange — again. My sense of smell is