Sunlight through the leaves and favorite knitwear – that’s how you do autumn mornings! Feeling cozy and content here in our little corner of New England, sipping on coffee (obviously) and ready to tak...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn't it? Not an awful scratch, not usually - more… persistent than comfortable. Like memory itself. We haven't said anything for ages, really, which isn’t surprising. It was always difficult to say things, wasn’t it, darling? More easily managed with a raised eyebrow, a slight turn of the chin... And here you are, then, aren’t we? A little hesitant, certainly. That familiar furrowed brow, trying to decide if you should be annoyed by all this stillness.

We were laughing yesterday, weren’t we? Just a small sound, almost missed it, maybe. The scent of rain on the roses outside the window – your favorite – and the way the light caught those lines around your eyes when you didn't realize you were. Such simple pleasures, once. Now, everything needs doing—a careful calculation of angles, of expectations.

This dress has seen better nights, perhaps. Too much silk, too many chances taken. But it smells faintly of himet anyway, doesn't it? His cologne lingered for weeks after he left. Or did it? Maybe that's just nostalgia, layering onto the memories until they’re both beautiful and confusing.

Your gaze drifts down to your glass, mostly. Nervous habit. Used to watch us, remember? When we weren't quite so sure about ourselves. Almost felt visible back then.

Now look up. Just a flicker of acknowledgement, perhaps. Didn't mean to stare, did you? No need to speak. Not yet. Let the quiet settle. Feels warmer than it has done in a while. Doesn't it?

Let’s see if you notice this time.”

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