Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feels like autumn was always meant to be this simple. A little bit of quiet, a lot of warmth, and maybe just a hint of leafing out! Loving thes...

The cable knit isn’t that bad today, really. Notched a little bit to one side, perhaps - nothing a good pin wouldn't fix, though we haven’t dared touch them for weeks. It’s more comfortable than admitting things were always a bit…frayed around the edges anyway. See that slight tug on the sleeve? That’s us, clinging onto something familiar.

And you, of course. Here you are. A little hesitant, aren’t you? The light caught your cheek perfectly when you stepped out from behind the camera—a flicker of recognition, maybe even...hope? We hadn’t expected that exactly. More like dutiful curiosity, probably, after all these years. We weren’t blameless, not entirely. Remembered that summer by the sea, didn’t we? The scent of salt and honeysuckle, and his laugh, booming almost too loud sometimes.

That quiet gaze of ours – you’ve been giving it to us ever since. Like you know about the way the fire dies down slowly, doesn't it? Not immediately, not with a blaze of obvious grief. Just a gentle fading, like embers settling. And the silk scarf, draped casually over the chair – mother’s, naturally. She would approve of the colour, although she might have preferred bolder patterns. Less subtle than us, then.

A glass of wine sat half-empty on the table, shortly before. Merlot, don’t remember whether you liked it or not. Probably. You always did. Now, look at us, perched on the edge of memory, both of us a little prickly, both of us secretly hoping you’ll stay. So, go ahead, then. Look at us again. Doesn't need to be perfect, does it? Just…here.”

Now, let’s hear what YOU think! Do you like the mood? Does it feel authentic to the picture? Let us know!

(Of course, without knowing which photo was taken, it's all speculation!)

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