One Paragraph Stories

Fonder in Absence

She curled around a soft pillow, hugging it tightly with both her arms and legs, a photo of her and a boy smiling in hand. As she took deep breaths through her nose, she could still smell him on the pillowcase. Just barely a hint of the scent was left, for it'd been days now. Old tear tracks were visible on her face and her closed eyes were slightly swollen, with pink lids rubbed raw, but it didn't at all diminish how beautiful she was. Suddenly, she began to softly cry again, for she could almost feel a ghost of him next to her, lulling her to sleep.