Golden hour glowin’ ✨ Just us and our favorite oversized sweater (and maybea little bit of that autumn breeze). Feeling cozy, feeling ourselves, feeling everything. This city just feels like home when...

Golden hour glowin’ ✨ Just us and our favorite oversized sweater (and maybea little bit of that autumn breeze). Feeling cozy, feeling ourselves, feeling everything. This city just feels like home when...

Here we go...

“There,” I say, though my voice sounds more toothed than spoken lately. “Right there.” A little bit tooed for comfort, perhaps, these past five years – didn't want to look too much like a dutiful ghost then, did we? This dress, anyway - midnight blue velvet, familiar and comforting against the skin, even if it does remind us both of that last Christmas, when he insisted on ‘rustic charm’ and the turkey was inevitably overcooked. It’s been a while since anyone noticed the slight fraying around the edges of the feeling, hasn't it? Just us, isn't there, you?

Or so it seems. You’ve had the camera today, haven’t you? A nice lens, yours - not quite as intrusive as his used to be. Less… demanding. More curious. That’s good, isn't it? Not demanding. We were laughing, almost, earlier. Before the rain came, which always happens after the laughter, doesn’t it? Always. Like a hesitant approval, tucked away behind the quietness.

Your eyes are tilted up, naturally. Bitppy about being here, aren' t you? Probably. We don't need to speak, do we? Too many words spilled already, too often. Remember that time during the summer solstice, the one with the lilac bushes…? It feels like ages ago. And yet, also yesterday.

See the way your hand rests on the sleeve of your coat? Hesitantly. Almost shyly. Maybe you thought we wouldn't notice. Or maybe, just maybe, you think we missed each other.

Now, smile. Here comes another drop of rain."

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