Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy sweater - feeling like this most days! A little bit of autumn magic in every moment, don’t you think? Simple pleasures & good light... what could be b...

(A soft light filters through a dusty windowpane, catching the fringe of the silk scarf around your neck.)

“Here we are then,” I say, voice a little hoarser than expected – hadn’t realized we’d been standing here for so long. Or perhaps had. It feels like an age since the last time you noticed the way the dust motes danced in the afternoon sun, didn’t it? Not that we haven’t noticed each other – not really. Just... hesitant to speak about it.”

The wool skirted dress felt right, comfortable against the skin after all these years. A touch fussy, maybe – Mother always did prefer things neat. But who needs to think about that now, not with the scent of old paperbacks and woodsmoke hanging in the air too.

Your eyes were narrowed when you stepped inside, weren't they? Like you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to be here either. Bit prickly, that – which was good, wasn’t it? A bit of prickle keeps them away from the mess, doesn’t it?”

We look back at you, don't we? This gaze, almost casual, but held firm. Maybe a hint of curiosity in ours, layered beneath the quiet resignation. Did he ask us to come? Or did we simply drift back in, drawn by the familiar feeling of being slightly out of sync, ever since… well, ever since.

That silver ring on your finger – remember that one? The one she gave you. Not quite hers, of course. Found it tucked into her favourite velvet pouch, amidst the ribbons and lace.

It’led a nice evening, didn’t it? That rainstorm, the smell of wet earth… and the music. We liked the music.

Just relax, then. Let go of the carefulness. Isn't it interesting how easily time has passed? Now, if only you wouldn’t stare so much."

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