Terrifying and endless. This spiral of darkness I’ve been whirl-winded into. The magic was a promise, and it kept. What no one told me is how devastating my sense would be. The day I met her, My world, Time stopped. The second she brushed my arm the wind was stolen from my lungs, and the seasons changed. The most beautiful women I had ever bestowed. Immediately she shone like a bright light, luminescent and transcendent. Her new found light a way to find me in my darkest places. I got mine as well. Although I didn’t understand at first. Each time I touched a person I was overwhelmed. The smell of the unknown overtook every sense for a split second. It took two weeks for me to put two and two together. We were walking on a street and bumped into a rig worker. He transported me into a world of burning oily tar. The smell so strong I almost passed out. Pretending to ignore it we kept walking, until we saw on the news a few hours later, that that man was pronounced DOS. There was an accidental soul on his oil rig. The guy next to him had a cigarette lit setting the rig aflame. He burned to death in those oily flames. I didn’t want to believe it until walked my baby niece back to her mom one day, and she smelt like chlorine. She drowned a week later in their pool. Everywhere I got, everything I touch, no matter who or where, I smell what surrounds their death. How do I tell the love of my life that I know how she’s going to die. How do I live, never wanting to touch again?