50 Word Story: Good Morning Again.

I wake again to find you missing.

A snarl of sheets tangled in the crook of my elbow remind me of your form.

Beautiful as you were, you lacked substance,

Emotionally.

But I always find myself chasing your vapourous love.

That crimson lipstick stain, resting on my bright white pillows.

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