Golden hour glow and favorite oversized knit – doesn’t get much better than this! Feeling cozy and content as we watch the city drift by. A little bit of rain, a whole lot of warmth...perfect autumn v...

Here we go…

“There,” we say, isn’t there? “Just There.” That’s what he said last time, didn't it? A little hesitant, perhaps. Always has been. It shouldn’t be surprising. This cashmere doesn’t argue much, though - a comforting weight against the chill that always seems to linger around here, even when it’s summer. This grey cardigan was Mother’s, naturally. Not that she minded us borrowing it. She knew well enough that sometimes, too many memories can stifle the good ones.

The scent of rain, probably. Definitely the scent of rain from those evenings years ago, spent curled up by the fireplace, reading aloud, forgetting about everything but each other for a while. Before the arguments started, of course. The usual suspects – his stubbornness, her delicate sensibilities... ours, really.

We haven’t spoken properly in ages, not truly. Just nods and smiles, dutifully exchanged over tea and biscuits, which were always perfectly brewed. But look at you – curious eyes, aren't they? Almost hopeful. As if you don't already know that all these years, deep down, we’ve never quite managed to forget.

That flicker in our eye, when the waiter brought the wrongterf – remember? When theinevitable chaos began with a dropped glass and a hushed word. Maybe we were blaming ourselves then. Still might be.

Now, just this quiet. Comfortable, almost. Except for the slight tightening around the mouth, the way the light catches the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun. And the fact that your gaze feels less distant than it usually does today. ”

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