march 30th daily

ahhh so I've always read books and watched tv shows where people control the weather by their emotions and I thought controlling you odour or the odour of a room just by your emotions would be the absolute worst thing so here's a little story!

Parisian mornings always carried a hint of magic, the city awakening with a gentle embrace of sunlight and the promise of a new day. As I joined Élise and Jacques at our favorite café, Le Petit Coin, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted us like an old friend. But beneath the surface of our lighthearted banter, I carried a secret—a peculiar power that bound my emotions to odors.

Élise leaned in, her hazel eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, Aurélie, have you given any more thought to our conversation about superpowers?”

My heart skipped a beat, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. “Oh, you mean the one where I said it would be awful to have a power tied to your emotions? Absolutely.”

Jacques raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “But come on, Aurélie. Flying or super strength? You wouldn't want any of that?”

I shrugged, a knot of unease forming in my stomach. “I suppose it would be nice, but some powers can be more trouble than they're worth.”

Little did I know, fate had a cruel sense of humor.

The following morning, I awoke to a strange sensation—a tingling at the base of my spine, like a dormant power stirring to life. Tentatively, I whispered to my reflection in the mirror, “Show me.”

To my surprise, the air filled with a faint, earthy scent, accompanied by a rush of emotions I struggled to contain. Confusion gave way to realization as I stared at my reflection, my eyes widening in disbelief. I had become the embodiment of my worst nightmare—a walking, talking olfactory anomaly.

Panic threatened to overwhelm me as I grappled with the magnitude of my newfound ability. How could I face the world knowing that my emotions were no longer mine alone, but a tangible presence that betrayed my every thought and feeling?

Determined to keep my secret hidden, I met Élise and Jacques at the café the following day. But fate had other plans.

Midway through our conversation, a sudden wave of anxiety washed over me, triggering a cascade of emotions I struggled to contain. In an instant, the air around me grew thick with the unmistakable scent of decay and sulfur, a noxious cloud that enveloped the café in a suffocating embrace.

Élise and Jacques recoiled in horror, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and disgust. My heart sank as I realized the truth could no longer be concealed.

“I'm so sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible above the din. “I didn't mean for this to happen.”

Élise reached out a trembling hand, her eyes brimming with sympathy. “Aurélie, what's happening? What is this?”

Unable to bear the weight of my secret any longer, I took a deep breath and confessed everything—my newfound ability, the fears that plagued me, and the overwhelming sense of isolation I had endured.

To my surprise, instead of recoiling in revulsion, Élise and Jacques enveloped me in a comforting embrace, their solidarity a beacon of hope in my darkest hour.

“We're here for you, Aurélie,” Élise murmured, her voice tinged with warmth. “No matter what.”

In that moment, amidst the chaos of my emotions, a sense of calm washed over me, and with it, a subtle scent of vanilla and lavender enveloped the air, a reflection of my friends' compassion.

As we walked away together, leaving behind a trail of serenity, I realized that perhaps my gift was not a curse after all, but a reminder of the beauty found within the depths of human emotion.