[ WP ] `` More than anything , I miss the smell . ''

It's been too long. I stand outside, gazing in. I can see a world that moves without me, but it's melded with my soul. Every fibre of my being longs to rejoin this clan. Do they even miss me? 
 
 More than anything, I miss the smell. The way it envelopes you like a warm, familiar hug. The warm lighting spills out of the windows, beckoning.'Hello old friend,' it purrs to me. 
 
 My hand hovers at the door, hesitating.'You've stayed away for a reason,' my conscience whispers.'You know you should n't go in.' 
 
 But yet I long for it... to wander in and visit old friends, find new acquaintances. I know I should n't, but my willpower is crumbling. 
 
'Just go,' my heart hums, and I know it's too late for me. It's always been too late to turn away from this addiction. And like that, I know what I must do before I go mad from longing. 
 
 I pull open the door, and enter the bookstore, not knowing what damage I will do to my bank account this time...
