Golden hour glow and city sighs… that’s what it’s all about! Feeling cozy tucked into these softest knitters today, sipping our coffee (obviously), and letting the world drift by outside. A little qui...

Here. Now. Always here, isn’t it? Just us and the dust motes dancing in the afternoon light, which is probably more interesting than anything happening inside either of our heads for once. Or perhaps not. It feels like ages since anyone was truly interested in anything but anyway. These curtains, though. A nice touch. Not too fussy, not too drab—just enough to keep out most of the world without completely shutting ourselves off. Though sometimes we do that too, don’t we?

We haven’t said much today, obviously. That’s been typical lately. Less a flurry of words, more…this. This quietness. Like after the storm, really. After that storm, all those years ago. He didn't say much then, did he? Just stood there, shivering slightly, fingers tucked under his jacket - almost like he remembered warmth. Your eyes were bright, remember yours? All keen curiosity and a little bit of fear.

This shawl, for instance. Feels comforting, doesn’t it? Mother’s. Slightly moth-eaten around the edges, a hint of lavender always lingering – her scent. A reminder of home, even if ‘home’ has felt rather distant for quite some time. And these shoes! Comfortable, worn smooth by decades of walking alone, mostly. Or so we thought.

Your gaze is steady tonight, less hesitant than last time. Almost welcoming. Maybe. Are you wondering why we let him go? Didn’ed know, did you? Thought we agreed it was for the best, didn’t we? Still, wasn't easy, was it?

Well, here we are. Comfortably lost. So, look closer. Don’t be afraid. It hasn't been perfect, not by a long way, but maybe, just maybe, there's still something worth saving. Aren't there?"

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