Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy sweater – feeling like this most days! A little bit dreamy, a little bit quiet, all about those simple moments. Loving my favorite coffee mug (and may...

(The clock ticks softly in the background, a muted tick against the quiet).

“There,” we said, didn’t we? A little too eagerly, perhaps. That hesitant smile, after all these years. And my coat - not quite buttoned tight enough tonight. It always feels that way, doesn't it? Like a slight vulnerability exposed to the elements, even though everyone thinks we’re perfectly bundled up. This cashmere has been so good to us, hasn’t it? Soft, familiar... almost comforting. Though sometimes, you think that softness masks something a bit brittle, don’t you?

It was his choice to meet us here, of course. Thestrals by the river – rather dramatic for a Tuesday evening, some might say. He never really liked grand gestures, did he? Just this. Simple, really. Almost shy about admitting it took effort. More than five years since the last time we saw each other, more than five years since that night… which wasn’t our fault, of course. Not entirely.

Now look at you, aren’ ‘you sure about this?’ Look a little unsure yourself. Well, that’s nice. We haven’t had much of that lately, have we? Just this quietness. This silken curtain of acceptance draped over everything. Did you bring biscuits? Or were we meant to ask?

Your gaze drifts back to the water, doesn't it? Reflecting the streetlights, reflecting our faces. Maybe if we stare hard enough, we’ll remember when. Before the rain came, anyway.”

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