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“The light was always good then, wasn’t it?” I say – not exactly a question, more of an observation, really. It’s been quiet, hasn’t it? A comfortable kind of quiet, mostly. Not unlike when he used to hum while making coffee, though there weren’t many of those these days. This cardigan has seen its fair share of silences, certainly. The wool is soft against my skin, familiar comfort amongst all this… stillness.

It’s a perfectly reasonable distance away, isn’t it, the memory? Ten years ago maybe, or ten lifetimes. Hard to be sure sometimes. Your eyes were sharper then, less willing to squint at the edges of everything. Now, well, now they simply observe. Like everyone else does. Except perhaps yourself. We haven’t quite managed that yet.

See the way the scarf drifts down almost, just so? Not too much fuss, no need for that. Just enough to hint at the cool outside, a gentle reminder of the winter that followed. A winter after him, naturally. Though did it truly follow, or had we already drifted into it alone?

You shifted ever so subtly last week, didn’t you? That tiny shift of weight, the one only we noticed. Didn't dare speak up about it, of course. Too afraid of disrupting the peace. Or maybe not. Maybe you were finally noticing the dust motes dancing in the sunlight filtering through the leaves, the way the wood grain catches in the floorboards.

This gaze, for example. Isn’—t it obvious? Not entirely certain why we’re even doing this, really. Just returning the look, perhaps. A hesitant acknowledgement. A flicker of something… hopeful? Or possibly just a little tired of the silence.”

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