travelling with my characters

Samina walked into the room. Something was different. Everything looked exactly as she remembered. But the place felt emptied of his presence. The smell of his cologne. The knowledge that his eyes would meet hers at some point. The sound of the grandfather clock down the hallway alerted her to the receding daylight hour. She scanned the room once more for some consolation. The persian rugs still welcomed her, as they had always done when she was a little girl. Her father's study had a mystery about it that held her in awe. But it was his energy that embraced her more than the essence of the place. And now, it was just as desolate and abandoned as she felt. Now that he was gone.