Sunlight through the leaves and a perfectly cozy sweater – that’s how it’s done! Feeling like we found our little corner of heaven today, wrapped up warm and ready for anything (or nothing at all!). S...

Here we go…

“Another glass too many for him, perhaps,” I murmur, thoughoutd if there ever was any doubt. The tweed jacket feels particularly scratchy tonight - always did when he’s around, doesn’t it? Not exactly unpleasant, not quite comfortable either—more like remembering something vaguely irritating but essential to the memory itself. This dress, well, it’s been years since we chose it, probably during one of those impulsive evenings after the gallery opening where everyone said the champagne wasn't dry enough. A little too much silk maybe, against all reason, despite the chill in the room – and now, the chill in the air.

It’s quiet, isn’t it? Usually, there’s a flicker then – a raised eyebrow at the wine choice, a slight tightening of the lips when he mentions his latest triumph with the critics. But tonight... tonight it’s mostly just us and the low hum of the piano downstairs. He shifted slightly, didn't he? Almost imperceptibly, towards the fireplace. Always did love watching him by the fire, even if he never noticed us watching him.

Your eyes, though. They weren’t blurry last time. A hint of curiosity certainly, a touch of apprehension. Like you remembered the way things used to be, back before the silences started stretching longer than the conversations themselves. Maybe you were afraid to admit it, though – hadn’ed be, had you? Didn’t need to. It hasn't felt like forever ago, has it?

Just watch the light catch the fringe on the sleeve, see? And don’t smile yet. We haven’t earned that yet. Just look. For a second, anyway.”

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