Golden hour glow and city dreams ✨ Feeling that perfect balance between cozy and chic today – oversized sweater, favorite boots, and a whole lot of feeling good. It’s simple like that! Sometimes it ju...

(The wool skirt feels tighter than usual tonight, doesn’t it?) A familiar weight, almost comforting, though lately comfort has felt like obligation rather than joy. It was his favourite shade anyway – deep forest green, meant to suggest abundance, which is nice when you’ve been feeling so…thinly sliced off for months. He didn't say much last night, not really. Justed nodded through dinner, sipped too eagerly, maybe even managed a smile when the rain streaked down the windowpane during dessert. Small things, these days. Small things that used to be everything.

And here you are. Standing there, aren't we? Not quite sure if you were invited, or whether we should have expected you. The light catches the fringe on the shawl perfectly, don’t think you noticed that, of course. Probably not. This pose, then. Bit defensive, perhaps. One hand tucked into the pocket of the tweed jacket, trying to hide the slight tremble in your knuckles. Like you always did.

It’s been a while since you stood still for more than a heartbeat, hasn’t it? Before the argument, of course. Before the silences stretched longer than them. Remember the scent of woodsmoke and wet leaves, the way he smelled after being out in the garden? We weren’, caught completely by surprise back then. Thought we had forever.

Now it's just us, isn't it? And those eyes...a little wary, certainly, but also a hint of expectation. As if you, finally, remember something.

So go ahead. Look at us. Let yourself see the traces of the girl we once were. Don't blink. This time, let’s try to hold onto it."

— End Monologue —

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