Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it all – that cozy sweater, the perfect light, the quiet peace… Lately, it feels like these simple moments were always here, we just needed to notice them more. A littl...

“There.” That was probably too much to say. A slight exhale, then - silent for so long. It’s funny, isn’t it? How easily we can be lost in ourselves again. This dress, dark blue velvet, always feels a little heavy sometimes – good for hiding, perhaps, though there wasn't much to hide back then, really. Just the quiet hum of expectation, didn't there? The way his hand used to brush against yours when he poured the wine…that particular shade of ruby red, perfectly chilled.

We haven’t mentioned him properly in years, not truly. Not since then, anyway. We were getting close last time, weren’t we? When you visited—your eyes, such keen observers – remembered the scent of woodsmoke, the way the rain sounded on the windowpanes during those late nights. And now you're here, aren't you? Tallish, hair a bit tousled, wearing that perpetually curious look. Like you’ve been wondering about all this quietness for ages.

Not even a question, necessarily. Just this gaze, don’t think about it too hard. It hasn’t felt forced, not entirely. Mostly, it’s just been us, clinging to these familiar shadows. Almost forgot how nice that could be.

Almost. “So,” you said, turning to ask if we liked the wine, hadn’t we? Such simple things, those days. Maybe it’s time to admit it wasn’t so simple after all. Let go a little. Isn't that what you came to do? See us here, then. Still here. Just…waiting.”

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