'I limp back to the bench and roll up the training pants. The wound on the knees pounds like my heart. Not sure if I’m embarrassed by the fall or not wanting the practice time to go to waste, sweating on the back of my nose even though I’m under a shade. Far away from the playground, I hear the teacher blowing a whistle and friends laughing. As my sweat dries, my eyes meet his/hers while looking back indifferently at the sweet scent felt through the dust. The sweet smell of bubble gum blows over my shoulder even when I turn my head.'
- COCOCAY, Perfume, GRANHAND.