CORRIE

"It smells just like him." I thought to my self as I take a whiff at Emmette's shirt that I was wearing. My hand tugs on to the collar as I sniffed the inside of the shirt again. I let go of the collar recalling that I was standing Infront of the mirror as I checked myself out.

I pulled my hair back hoping I at least look decent. My hand traces my lips as I groaned.

"I wish I could at least get a lip balm or something." I dragged my finger across the dryness of my lips. My tongue swiped a bit of saliva over my lips...