yet, breathing

He woke up abruptly in the dawn and smelled something branded. Vaguely he started investigating the spring. The aroma was faint but so strong he could not continue his slumber anymore. He ransacked his brain, raped his soul, and tried all mumbo-jumbo and all black magic. He took a voyage to trek all five horizons. He gazed below the carpet and delved into the ground as much as he can for the whiff. Dizzy he was, considered to dial 911 or call up Mr. Koifi Annan. Sadly, those lines are not for private usage.

Insensible till the core, he gawked to the sky, to find out the haunting yet familiar scent.
He stood motionless on the rail line, trying to confirm if the end of the lines meets somewhere. Earnestly eager to move on, to explore the place where changes take place.

The perfume was of her breath.
Is he still breathing or died a little prince?