Golden hour glowin’ and feeling everything! Cozy sweater, favorite boots, perfect city streets… it doesn’t get much better than this simple kind of magic. Just us and our thoughts (which were mostly a...

Here’s the Monologue:

“Well, didn’t expect you,” we say, though there wasn’t much expectation ever, really. Just usually quiet. The room has been silent for so long it feels almost familiar, doesn’t it? Like a well-worn armchair, little bit prickly around the edges, but comfortable all the same. These boots, anyway. Leather, obviously, Italian, darling – expensive when they were new, weren’t they? Still do the job. Though not tonight, perhaps. Not quite. The wool’s a bit itchy against the skin, these years… a subtle prickle, nothing major.

We haven’t moved much since he said his goodbyes. A messy sort of goodbyes, those. Didn’t even notice him leave most times, did you? We were always too busy arranging the books, tending to the ferns... He liked the ferns. Said they needed pruning every other Tuesday. Funny, isn't it, how easily things can wither without noticing.

Your eyes, they're interesting. A touch wary, certainly. As if you think we've forgotten about the wine, or maybe that we don't remember the way the light used to catch your hair. It was lovely, hadn't it? That light. And look, one of the sleeves rolled up on your shirt—just like that. Thoughtful, weren’ed he?

Now then, aren’t you going to ask us why we’re sitting here with such a brooding expression? Probably because it's nice to be noticed, after all. Or maybe just afraid.”

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