These are the senses of a memory:
Sight: a slammed door (She left before they'd finished fighting. He still wants to apologize.)
Sound: shattering glass (He threw her favorite cut crystal vase after her, relishing the pleasure of breaking something.)
Smell: burning flesh (She took the hit meant for him.)
Touch: cooling skin (He held her while she cried (died) and told him she wished she'd been able to share all her secrets.)
Taste: bile (He gags into the sink after another nightmare, cries when no one comes to dry the sweat from his skin, and fades a little more.)
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Challenge: suggested prompt: slammed door, cut crystal, secrets. Character(s): Logan/Rogue. Words: 100