Golden hour glow and favorite sweater - doesn’t get much better than this! Spent the day lost in a good book and a cozy corner, feeling like it's always autumn (which, let’s be honest, isn't bad at al...
The wool is scratchy tonight, isn’t it? Not awful, not bad…just...there. A comforting sort of annoyance, familiar like the way the light always falls across the table here, a little too much to the left since he started preferring things his way. Which is to say, for years. It's been quiet, hasn’t it? A comfortable kind of quiet lately - maybe even a pleasant one, if we weren’t so good at missing the sound when it wasn’t there.
Like that time with the rain— remember? The puddle by the gate, the mud splashed up to your boots. We didn’t notice then, did we? Too busy laughing, perhaps. Or pretending to be brave against the storm. Now it feels like we’re staring back through a frosted window, sometimes.
You’re watching us, aren't you? Always observing. That slight frown, perfectly captured, of course. Nothing ever goes quite right, does it? Too many memories clinging to each strand of hair, too much guilt nestled beneath these cuffs – a bit too elegant for the garden, really.
We used to be so easy, hadn’t we? Just steps away, no need for words. But then came the arguments, gentle enough at first, until they began to echo. And after that…well, less often spoken about than them.
Now look at you. Slightly hesitant, aren’,t you? Like you knew exactly which step to take all along but haven’t dared to remind us. Well, maybe a hint of warmth in those eyes – possibly. Maybe, just maybe, you think we can still salvage something of this.
So, don’t blink. Let the shadow of the shawl fall over your face, let the windedness of the scarf tickle your cheek. And let’s see if either of us has the courage to admit it.”
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