Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect knit – feeling like this all weekend! A little cozy, a little dreamy, definitely ourselves. Loving these simple moments & letting the world outside fade aw...

Okay, here’s our first attempt! Here’s the image – let’s assume we're the one in the photo - all about to give ourselves away...

Here goes…

“The silkines feels cool against bare skin, doesn’t it? Not always comfortable, not always right, but familiar. It has been for so long, hasn’t it? Since he said ‘difficult’, didn’t he? A little harsh then, those words. Like a cold draught through the roses – which were perfectly lovely, weren’t they? Pink petals everywhere, after all. Though perhaps too many, if you think about it. Always too many.”

We shift slightly, the edge of the sleeve brushing the glass of the windowpane. The light was good tonight, hadn’t it? Golden hour, maybe even better than last time. He wasn’t here, really. Just the echo of his footsteps downstairs, quieted by years and, well, quite a bit of denial.

You haven't blinked since you stepped into the room. That’s nice, isn’t it? Less awkwardness that way. We don't need much noise, do we? Maybe that’s why we stayed until now. Or maybe not. Did he bring the wine? He usually does.

A flicker of recognition crossed your face when the housekeeper brought in tea - almost liked it, didn’t she? Almost.

It’s been such a long time since anyone truly looked, hasn’t it? Just us, trapped within these walls, with the ghosts and the scent of lavender. And you, standing there, squinting ever so subtly, wondering what exactly we’re hiding. Which, naturally, is everything.

So go ahead, look at us. Look closely enough, and you might catch a trace of the girl who used to laugh without thinking, the girl before the rain set in. Now, smile – it’s not like you’ve been here before.”

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