Golden hour glow and favorite boots – doesn’t get much better than this! Feeling that cozy autumn feeling wrapped up in my softest sweater, sipping our tea, and letting the leaves fall outside. Simple...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not terribly so, not usually. It's your scent, mostly. A hint of woodsmoke and something faintly familiar about the way you always smelled after rain - which was good, obviously. Mostly. Looked nice when you were drenched, didn’t it? Like a particularly handsome river god.

It’s been…well, longer than we liked to admit, hasn't it? Five years since the last time you weren’t drinking too much wine and forgetting where you put your shoes, five years since the predictable quiet started creeping into everything. Now there's just this...silence. Doesn’t seem quite so bad sometimes, does it? This one, though. This one has more edges.

We haven't spoken for an hour, really, not properly. Just exchanged glances across the fire while he snored, oblivious, happy enough with his brandy and the warmth. He thinks we don’t notice him, of course. We never did. Your eyes are fixed on us, aren’t they? Specifically, ours. Always ours.

A little hesitant, perhaps? That’s fair. There’s guilt, certainly. And maybe a touch of wonder – remember that? The world used to be brighter then, hadn't it? Before the messiness, before the inevitable drifted in and started gathering dust.

See how the light catches your cheekbone? Looks soft today. Almost gentle. Maybe it's time to remind them, isn't it? Time to remind them of that. Or maybe," you think, tilting your head ever so slightly towards the camera, "maybe it's time to ask why they left in the first place."

So, yes, look at us. At least we're wearing the dress well. Dark blue, rather dark. Supposedly hides the spills. Though some say those spilled within ourselves still linger…”

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