Golden hour glowin’ ✨ Feeling that perfect mix of cozy and chic today - curled up with my favorite coffee (and maybe a little bit of bookishness). The simplest moments often feel like the best when t...
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“The wool isn’t quite holding up tonight,” I say, voice barely above a whisper, not even sure if you notice the way the sleeve of the cable knit shifts slightly with each breath. It’s been a while since anyone really did, hasn’t it? Just us here, then. A quiet room, familiar dust motes dancing in the sliver of moonlight filtering through those high, stubborn shutters. Probably should have dusted them. Doesn’t matter, does it? Always mattered too much to actually bother.
Your eyes were fixed, for a little while there. That curious gaze—not always approving, no, not always all that keen either. More... hesitant than certain. Like you weren’t entirely convinced we hadn't made a mess of everything years ago. Which, well, perhaps we had. Everything tends to be when the memories aren't so perfectly ordered.
We’d been arguing silently, of course. About which was more important, the music or the wine – though mostly, it wasn’t about anything tangible. Just the feeling, that constant hum of something needing fixing, something fragile. And the way he used to reach for us, sometimes, fingers fumbling around the edges – almost there but never quite.
Now, look at you. Not staring exactly, just observing. Probably thinking about whether to mention the grey hair creeping into his beard. Or if we’ed bothered to pack away that favourite scarf last winter.
This shawl… feels comforting enough, doesn’t it? A touch worn, certainly, frayed at the edge – just like us. Not beautiful, not anymore. But undeniably ours.
It’s been a long time coming, haven’t thought about him very often lately. We liked to keep things simple back then, didn't we? Before the storm. Now, maybe, just maybe, you’ll ask us about it.”
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