Ten seconds of agony

One... Two... Three... I count as I breath in the absence of his sharp fragrance. It used to alter my mind into a truer, calmer self. Four... Five... Six... As I close my eyes trying to remember the way his hands once curled into mine... Seven... Eight... Nine... As I fight the tears and a numbing scream from antagonising me. Ten... A simple text turned my dejection to ecstacy