Its stependous. The coffee aroma, blended with the lavender fragrance intertwined into an enhancting dance that made its way into his nose.

Only that, he wonders whether such magical smell could still persist in the afterlife, or whether if it exist at all - the aroma- he means- of course.

Soon, he knew the aroma will be displaced. Once a top chemistry student, he certained that mixing these 2 detergents would release a toxic combustion. One that can be lethatl enough once it dissipate into the bloodstream.

And he twisted open the bottle cap. The liquid swirl together into the plunged sink, releasing a hissing sound, and the mist oozed upwards into a twirling emptiness.

As he took a deep breath, wishing a warm and easy farewel, moments from his life flash in front of his eyes. Yet, in its entire peculiarity, it stops. Exactly at the spot where the mind crawls into a scene, a person, a subject - you.

Second inhalation. The tapwater flows continously, as it rhymes with every slowing of his heart beat. He grasp his hand, catching for something that he himself is uncertain of.

Just before the windpipe close, cutting the essential airflow into the lungs, a wonder happened.

You called.

Glimpsing at the caller ID on his mobile, he saw your name. Hand shaking, he pressed the answer button, and stop breathing.

"Hello" you said, casually

"Hi". he replied. And, as if controlled by a distant wisdom, he unplunged the sink, and soon, the tapwater carried away the lethal fluid. Away, out of his life.

"How you doin'?, I thought we could hit a movie or somethin'..u ok there bud? U seems irregularly irregular, thee hehe " you said

"I AM fine. I wasnt earlier, but I AM now..I really do. Thanks for calling"

And he sunk onto the bathroom floor, grasping the phone, knowing at the other end, there's YOU.