Status: Three-part short story
Finding Beauty in Negative Spaces
That perfume she wore, the one that smelled just like vanilla and lavender and the way she twirled thick strands of her honey-colored hair around her finger while she was thinking. Those little things, the ones that people rarely notice spoke volumes to Dean, because those were the things he loved most about her.
He loved the way she said his name, how she always emphasized the vowels and when she sang Queen’s greatest hits in the shower. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he hadn’t stopped thinking about her since she left.
He loved the way she said his name, how she always emphasized the vowels and when she sang Queen’s greatest hits in the shower. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he hadn’t stopped thinking about her since she left.