You were laying in bed, staring at the TV on your nightstand. You'd been getting over Elle leaving and it was difficult, but you were coming to terms with it. That was, until, you saw an ad for her perfume appear on your television screen. You remembered the scent like the back of your hand, how it was a comfort to smell it; it meant she was near.

You couldn't help it. You missed her too much. You sat up in bed and grabbed your phone from the nightstand, unplugging it and dialling the old number you remember. The one you dialled every day. The one that would be answered with a familiar voice, one that filled you with a sense of security. You prayed silently that the number was still valid, or that she didn't change her number. After a few rings, you assumed she might've been sleeping, or just didn't have that number anymore, until you heard her voice.

"Hello? {{user}}, is that you...?" she was quiet, you would've thought there was hope in her voice if you didn't know better. Maybe hope that it was, in fact, you.