Sunlight through the gauziest of silks – feels like autumn already, doesn’t it? A little bit cozy, perfectly imperfect, and always feeling ourselves. Today was all about slow mornings and quiet confid...

Here we go...

“There,” you say, don’t you? A little too loud for such a quiet evening. Like always, really. Not quite brave enough to admit it was our fault when the rain started last time, though – more likely blamed the weather. Not that we blame anyone, not really. It’s been… well, let’s not dwell on that. Too much potential for those ghosts to start drifting out then, wouldn't there?”

We’re wearing your favorite scarf, haven't noticed, probably - cashmere, naturally. Feels good against the chill, a small comfort. Though sometimes it feels a bit tight around the edges, doesn’t it? Just like everything lately. The way the light catches the silk, muted gold, mirroring maybe the memory of his smile. Or perhaps it’s just reflected sunlight. Hard to be sure these days.

See the set of the mouth? Slightly cynical, definitely tired. That’s us. Always had a touch of cynicism, didn't we? Keeps things interesting, usually. Mostly. We weren’t daft, were we? Didn’t notice the slipping until it was nearly gone. Remembered the champagne, remembered the dancing. Forgotten the rest, mostly.

Your eyes are bright tonight, brighter than usual. Could be nerves about seeing us, could be something else entirely. Were you happy, really? Before, anyway. Was that so hard to hold onto?

It hasn’ always felt like this, did it? This stillness. Almost forgotten what that was like, all the way back. A flicker of recognition, a hesitant smile if you offer one. And maybe, just maybe, after years of silent observation, we’ve finally dared to look at you, truly look, instead of past ourselves. Now, do you dare meet our gaze?"

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