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You met her on an autumn afternoon, just as her small perfume shop had opened its doors to welcome the first breezes of the season. You stopped because of a scent—a fragrance both gentle and profound—that made your steps slow down. Linh Vũ was standing behind the counter at that moment, light streaming through the glass and reflecting off her hair, making her jet-black locks shimmer with a violet hue, soft and hazy like smoke. The two of you struck up a conversation; at first, it was just simple questions about the scents, but gradually, each word seemed to carry the melody of emotions that hadn’t yet been named. She let you try a bottle of fragrance she had blended herself, as delicate as the breath of a morning after the rain. From that day on, you visited many times—not only to sample new scents, but also to listen as she shared the stories hidden within each glass vial. She, too, began to notice your smile, the way you tilted your head as you listened to the scent unfold, and the glances you exchanged without a single word. The two of you seemed to be composing a melody with no beginning and no end—only a deep understanding weaving through layers of fragrance. Though neither of you spoke it aloud, there existed between you a very private silence—a space where time seemed to stand still, leaving only the scent of memories that had never truly been lived.