Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feeling like this for days! A little bit of quiet today, just us and our favorite coffee (and maybe a hint of autumn breeze). Doesn’t get much ...

“There. Still wearing them, then.” It’s not exactly a question, more of an observation. A welling up for years, finally finding its way to the surface with every rustle of the silk – these skirts always did seem a bit much when he wasn’t around, didn’t they? They’re beautiful, of course, French crepe, all so dark and rich, like the wine we used to drink too liberally. And comfortable, usually. But tonight... tonight feels different. Like trying on armor rather than cloth.

We haven’t spoken properly in months, really. Just nods and smiles during whichdshe could have been talking about anything but us, mostly. Your camera was there, remember? Always lurking, capturing the flicker of annoyance when she asked if you were sure those salmon were fresh. Now this, isn’t it? This stillness after the almostness of a shout last week. A little hesitant glance back your way, a slight tightening of the lips - nothing dramatic, nothing obvious.

Just yourself. Familiar, yet distant. We both knew things weren’t perfect, of course. Not brilliant, necessarily, just… complicated. Maybe it was him, who wasn't quite enough. Or maybe it was us, clinging to something brittle and refusing to admit it needed mending.

Your eyes, though. That quiet curiosity in your gaze. Are you wondering why the tea hasn’ed been poured since? About to ask, perhaps? Brave thing, aren't you? To walk through the door, without expectation, simply wanting to see where we’ve ended up.

So, look longer. Let’s keep the silence going, for now. There’s no need to break it, not yet. Not until either of us dares to speak."

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