Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it! This city always knows how to wrap us up in cozy vibes – perfect for a simple knit dress and a little bit of wanderlust. Today was all about those quiet streets and...

Here's the Monologue:

“There.” That’s usually when it starts to fray,” I murmur, voice quiet tonight, almost without thinking. The wool of my coatinerds - not too harsh against the skin, not so soft as to be complacent. It was her mother's, really, this grey cashmere, although she never said that out loud. We always thought of it as our colour anyway. The cigarette smoke hasn’t quite settled off yet either, has it? Just a faint haze around your left eye, maybe. Not bad, all things considered. Three years doesn't completely obliterate everything, does it?

More likely, you were distracted by the light earlier, wasn’t there? A little bit obsessed with the way it caught the dust motes dancing above the fireplace. Always been good at noticing those details, you. A nice contrast to the chaos within. Which is probably why you stayed for so long. At least until last Christmas.

It’s funny, isn’t it? How easy it used to be to forget sometimes. This house, the scent of woodsmoke and old books... and the ghost of your hand resting on ours. We haven’t had much chance to remember lately. Too many silences, these days. Like the one hanging here now, stretched thin like the threads of this cable knit scarf.

Your gaze drifts back to the window, then catches ours. Nothing obvious, nothing dramatic. Just… awareness. Almost hesitant. Did you see the slight upturn of our lips? Didn’t think so. Still, hadn’t noticed us staring, had you?”

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