Golden hour glow and feeling everything! This oversized knit has been our best friend all week – cozy nights in, endless coffee cups, and maybe just a little bit too much Netflix. Nothing beats that ...

(The silk feels cool against bare skin, doesn't it? A slight relief, tonight. Not quite coldness, more… detachment.)

“There,” we said, didn’t we? “Just for tea.” Such an obvious little thing to say, really. Almost silly. Like he thinks that’s how it was always done, isn’t it? The gentle agreement, the carefully set table, the faintest hint of dust motes dancing in the afternoon light - everything so neatly contained, so easily forgotten. Except for him, of course. He remembers. Or thought he did. ”

We haven’t spoken much since then, not truly. Justed smiles when the teacup reached its edge, eyes flicking away too quickly during the crossword puzzle. A hesitant hand brushed ours last week, a memory, surely, of hands intertwined somewhere deeper than here. This dress – blue velvet, his mother’s, though she wouldn’t admit it. Comfortable, familiar, perhaps a bit stuffy. Itches sometimes, but which is better, the itchiness or the quiet?

Now you’re here, aren’-you? Looking back at us, mostly. As if it were nothing, all these years ago. As if we weren’t such mess of tangled ribbons and shattered glass. Maybe you’re right. Maybe it was messy. And maybe, just maybe, there’s still something worth rescuing.

See that crease in the sleeve? We hadn’t noticed. Are you afraid to look too closely?”

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