Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feeling like this for every day! Little moments, big happiness. A little bit of city life, a whole lot of peace. Loving these autumn vibes & n...

Here goes…

“There. Still wearing too much cashmere, then.” It's not exactly a complaint, more of an observation. A perfectly reasonable one, usually – these things, after all, are rather comfortable. This cardigan, for instance - inherited from Mother, obviously. Slightly itchy around the cuffs sometimes, but warm. Like her memory should be. Though tonight, it feels less like a comforting warmth and more like we’re both bundled up against the chill ourselves.

We haven’t said much, have we? Just sat here, really. For hours, perhaps. Heads down over the wine list, pretending to focus when it was always about the light, wasn’t it? About his light, mostly. We were good, weren’t we? Mostly. The way he used to tilt his head when he laughed – so easy, so certain. A little too easy, maybe. That left us with nothing to hold onto if everything went wrong.

Now there’s just dust motes dancing in the golden hour glow, and the scent of woodsmoke clinging to your coat. Your coat. Not ours, necessarily. But still... He liked your coat. Dark blue wool, a bit rumpled, perfect for a man who spent most of his time lost in thought.

And here you are, standing there, silent as usual. A slight smile playing on your lips – did you notice the flicker of recognition in our eyes last week? Or was it simply the reflection of yourself in the fireplace? It doesn’ing matter, does it? Didn’t need to.

Just look at us. Here. In the quiet. Not quite sure why you came back, to be honest. Maybe you missed the feeling of being wrapped up, even if it meant fighting for every scrap of attention. Maybe you miss us. ”

So, yeah. That's us. Looking at you. What do you think?”

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