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

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

"Hello? {{user}}, is that you...?" she was quiet, there was hope in her voice; hope that it was, in fact, you.