Trigger Warning.

Trigger Smell - Safety Net

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Cologne.

I smell his fucking cologne.

Where is it coming from?

Is he here?

Where's Troye?

My head is spinning. I don't know what to do.

I feel physically ill right now, that smell is intoxicating to me.

He wore it every day.

Wore it when he took me on dates.

Sprayed it on his pillow.

Wore it when he raped me.

And it took me months to get that scent out of everything.

Sheets, clothes, even lingering in the bathroom.

And now it was back.

"Troye?" I squeak, looking for him. He went to look at shirts and I can't find him. I need him and I can't find him.

I run to the bathroom, feeling vomit breaching at the back of my throat and I barely make it to the toilet in time.

I pull out my phone and press on Troye's contact, desperately needing him to comfort me.

It goes straight to voicemail.

I cover my mouth with my hand as I sob quietly, sliding to the floor with my knees to my chest.

I can't go back out there with that scent.

Not without Troye at least.

Minutes pass like hours with tears running down my face as I uselessly call Troye's phone, but every time it goes to busy.

"Tylah? Are you in here?" I hear Troye's accent and it's like hearing an angel singing.

"T-Troye." I sob out and Troye opens my stall, immediately going to sit next to me.

"Oh Tilly." He wraps his arms around me and pulls me on his lap as I cry into his chest.

"C-cologne." I mumble.

"Oh baby, it's okay." He soothes, hugging me tighter.

"I-I need you." I cry and he kisses my head.

"I got you baby. I promise I got you. You're safe with me." I've never had someone who can always comfort me so easily.

"C-can we go home? Pl-please?" I look up at him.

"Of course baby." He kisses me softly and helps me stand up, pulling me out of the stall and bathroom with him.

I hold onto Troye's hand tightly, not caring if anyone sees us, just needing his touch.

The cologne is still strong throughout the building and I thank every god there is when we finally get out the doors.

He takes me to the car and helps me into the passenger seat and goes to move away but I grab his shirt.

"D-don't leave." I whimper and he crouches on the ground next to the car door.

"I'm right here baby. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, but I have to drive. Okay, beautiful?" I sniffle and wipe my tears with my sleeve.

"O-okay." He smiles at me sadly and cups my cheek, connecting our lips together and instantly making me feel better.