Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it all! Cozying up to this perfect autumn day with my fur baby – doesn’t get much better than that, right? A little bit of coffee, a whole lot of comfort, and everythin...

(The silk scarf around our neck feels cool against our skin, despite the slight dampness clinging to the air aftershave – his aftershave, mostly. We haven’t quite managed to shake off the scent yet.)

“There.” That’s it then, isn’t there? A little nod. Not exactly an explosion, no. Just…there. It hasn’t been much of a fanfare for years, has it? No one really expected much ever, did we. Not always. Remember when he used to bring the wine too early, though. Before dinner, perfect temperature. Silly things, aren't they? These silly things."

We shift our weight slightly, the heel of our boot brushing lightly against the dark wood floor – worn smooth by decades of footsteps, most likely ours. This dress wasn’t crazy expensive, nothing flashy. Comfortably familiar, even if the buttons sometimes threaten to pop. Like this life. Mostly comfortable.

A flicker of annoyance, perhaps? Or was that just his eyebrow raise last week? When we dared suggest the garden needed tending, anyway. Always thought it looked perfectly acceptable to the untrained eye, didn’t we?”

Our gaze drifts back to you. The way the light catches the silver in your hair, a hint of doubt in your eyes. Nothing harsh, certainly. More like gentle curiosity than judgment. Maybe that’s why you agreed to come round. After all these years.

It’ed be nice, wouldn’t it? To know, without being told. To remember something beyond the routine. ”

A small smile plays on our lips, almost imperceptible. And so, we look at you, tilted head, a trace of warmth in those hazel eyes...

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