"Eye"
My boyfriend died in a car accident and I donated his eyes to a blind man - I wanted to see those beloved eyes again.
After the man regained his sight, we got closer and closer. He said that through my boyfriend's eyes, I can always see some memory fragments: a warm home and a man who loves to laugh.
Everything is as beautiful as a gift from fate.
Until that day, he looked behind me in horror, his face pale.
"Behind you... There is a person standing..."
I turned around, but there was no one there.
When I looked at him again, his pupils no longer reflected my reflection.
But a... Completely unfamiliar and ferocious face.
"Tongue"
My lover, he loves me with food.
Every dish is an ultimate feast for the senses, allowing me to see visions and blend with his soul.
He said this was the most intimate ceremony that was unique to us.
Until I discovered that the unique secret sauce came from the beautiful wound under his collarbone that never healed.
He confessed to me that it was not love, but symbiosis.
Now, he gave me the final menu——
A feast with "me" or "him" as the main ingredient.
"Nose"
My husband, a perfumer, died of brain cancer.
The last perfume left to me is called "Eternity".
He said smelling it was like he never left.
At first, it was cedar, tuberose, all our good memories.
Later, the smell began to be mixed with other things——
Cold disinfectant water, sweet rotten smell.
Everyone said it was an hallucination caused by my excessive grief.
But I know it's not.
This bottle of perfume named after love and blended with life may not be connected to good memories at all. It was the breath of... Another world he was experiencing.
It would be nice if that was all.
That morning, I smelled the fresh fragrance of flowers carried in the wind again, as well as the fishy smell of freshly dug earth.
Concept: Love itself is the craziest emotion