Third person’s POV
Zeldoris clutched his chest as an unbearable pain overwhelmed him with the memories from his past. He became a totally different person after that. He left because this place reminded him of every moment he shared with his first and only love. He left because what he did after Isabelle’s death haunted him.
An enticing scent brought him back to his senses. What was that smell? It smelled like vanilla and cinnamon... no, something sweeter... glazed donuts? It smelled like his favorite glazed donuts! Did Hugo brought back some of it?
He finished his shower and dried himself. He slipped into his soft faded jeans and black T-shirt. He brushed his shoulder length raven hair back with his hands. He sniffed the air once more. Hmmmm... it is glazed donuts but I didn’t smell
