Golden hour glowin’ here! Just me and my favorite cozy knit – feels like autumning without even having to fight for a pumpkin spice latte (okay maybe just one!). A little bit of quiet today, perfect f...

Golden hour glowin’ here! Just me and my favorite cozy knit – feels like autumning without even having to fight for a pumpkin spice latte (okay maybe just one!). A little bit of quiet today, perfect f...

Okay, here’s our shot! Here goes…

Here we go then. Another Tuesday evening, not particularly noisy, which can be its own kind of chaos, really. Look at these hands – haven’t quite managed to tuck them away completely, have you? A little bit too much knuckles showing perhaps. It’s been a while since anyone noticed those knuckles, hasn’t it? We used to notice.

This scarf, for instance. Cashmere, naturally - nothing ever too casual with the memory, has there? A gift, wasn’t it? Bit flamboyant, some might say, all this soft grey and subtle shimmer. But we loved it. Or thought we did. Maybe it was always a touch overblown, didn’t mean to be. Just...brightening things up. Like us. Before.

You're staring, aren’t you? Not terribly hard, though. More a quiet observation than a judgement, which is something, isn't it? The way the light catches the fringe of the collar, maybe you remember that light. Dust motes dancing around the fireplace, embers glowing faintly afterglow, exactly seven years ago. That's when he said...well, doesn't matter what he said.

It feels like an age since he said anything, actually. Feels like ages since anything felt truly certain. This dress, simple black velvet, absorbs most of the noise, lets only the essential through. Comfortable, but familiar. Almost a little worn smooth. Less effortful than it should be.

We were laughing then, weren’ed we? At a silly thing, probably. Your turn of phrase, definitely. Now, mostly silence. And that low hum of anticipation, hadn’t realized it had even made it onto the playlist until recently.

So, look closer. Doesn’t need to be perfect, does it? No, don’t rush out. Just…look. See if you still see us. See if we still recognize ourselves.”


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