Golden hour glowin’ ✨ Feeling that perfect cozy combo – oversized knit and a little bit of rain outside. Sometimes the best moments are just those spent feeling comfortable and content within yourself...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not unpleasant, not exactly - more…familiar discomfort. Like remembering an argument you didn’t really want to remember. It’s been nearly ten years, hasn’t it? Ten years since the last time he asked, which wasn’t so long ago, really, compared to all the other times he didn’t.

See those creases around your eyes, though. He always did love the way your eyebrows furrow when you’re thinking about something – well, everything. Or perhaps just trying not to think too much out loud. We used to do that, didn’t we? Hide behind half-formed sentences, nestled into each other’s shoulders for warmth. Here, then, with these sleeves rolled up tight – cashmere, naturally, always cashmere, although sometimes it felt less like comfort and more like armour.

There was a scent, hadn't there? Woodsmoke and old books, maybe a hint of rain. And yours, of course – ever present, almost without noticing. The scent of us.

Now it’s just quiet. Your light smile, hesitant as always. Nothing obvious, no demands. Just you. Looking back at us. A little wary, certainly. As if expecting us to admit it, don’t you? To admit that maybe, after all this time, after the silences and the shrugs and the careful avoidance, we still remembered how good it could be.

We haven’t spoken in ages, except for the nod during the wedding, of course. Everyone thought it was a bitish, didn’t they? But it wasn't, was it? Now look at us. Another chance, maybe. Though neither one of us will admit it.

So, yes, turn our heads slightly towards the window, wouldn’t you? That single shaft of moonlight caught the fringe of your hair perfectly.”

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