Golden hour glow and favorite cozy knits – feeling like this most nights! A little bit of rain outside, perfect mood inside. Lately it’s been all about slow mornings, strong coffee, and embracing thos...

(A slight tilt of the head, perhaps a hint of weariness around the eyes…)

“There. That’s the one, isn’t it?” We always liked to think so, didn’t we? A little bit too much confidence for some people’s tastes, maybe. Noted, of course. It was always noted. This silk shirt felt particularly good tonight, though, hadn’t it? A touch of defiance against the chill—not quite brave enough to throw open the shutters entirely, not today. The wool skirt has been here for years, hasn’t it? Slightly rumpled, certainly comfortable. Like old leather, almost familiar.

We haven’t said anything for ages, really. Just standing here, doesn’t matter if there’s wine spilled on the rug from last time, or whether he forgot about the anniversary…usually. Your gaze drifts often, yours does. Almost shyly sometimes, like you don't want us to notice. Or maybe you do.

That flicker of annoyance when we shifted position earlier, just then – a memory of a laugh, a shared secret, a perfectly placed glass. Was it actually funny, or were we just being stubborn? Such small things used to be everything, didn’t they? Now... well, now it feels less important to argue about them. Less daunting.

See the way your hand rests near the edge of the frame? Nervous habit, probably. He had such lovely hands.

It’es quiet now, isn’t it? The hum of the city outside, the faintest scent of woodsmoke. And us. Still here. For another breath. So go ahead, look at us. Don’t be afraid.”

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