Golden hour glowin’ ✨ Feeling cozy and content wrapped up in this favorite knit – like that time we spent all day reading by the window and didn’t even notice the rain. Simple pleasures, right? Let th...

The wool feels good against my legs, doesn’t it? A little scratchy today, maybe - hadn’t been washed since… well, since he last came around to check if we were still eating all the biscuits. It shouldn’t be much to look at, really, this cardigan - muted blue, a bit faded. Like us, then. Not many people noticed, back then, not many who mattereded.

You’re staring, aren't you? Not too hard, though. That’s for sure. Moreish than terrifying, which is about right. We haven’t had an argument in weeks, hasn’t felt like one lately. Just these silences, don’t you think? Afternoons settled deep in here, by the firelight – almost comfortable. Almost. There was a flicker there yesterday when the cat slept across your chest, didn’t there? A tiny spark, easily missed.

Now, the way you’re gazing—a slight squint, as if you’re trying to remember exactly where the light hit the dust motes ten years ago. And the subtle turn of your head, always turning your head. As if you weren't entirely certain we were even sitting here. Or maybe, you've been certain all along.

It wasn't his fault, did it? The rain, certainly. And the cold. And possibly those slightly burnt roasties. Heard he loved them, anyway. Remember how warm they used to taste?

Just take a breath, then. Let go of the memory of the dampness, the feeling of being adrift after… everything. This isn'’t so bad, is it? This quiet. Maybe it’s time you remembered that. Now smile - a real one this time, not the carefully guarded one you usually wear. It’s been a while.”

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