Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect little bit of chill – feeling like this all weekend! Cozy knit, favourite boots, and maybe just a touch of dreamy haze. What could be better? ✨ Let us know...

“Right then,” we say, don’t we? Not that right. It never quite lands. More often than not, it’stershes.” We hadn’t expected him, really. Just the muted hum of the city outside, the faint scent of Earl Grey – his favourite, always brewed too strong. He used to shush him, you see? Little Leo, our boy, allawing and bright, a counterpoint to the quietness. Now...now there’s just the creak of the armchair, the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun.

This cardigan, for instance. Comforting, isn't it? Felted wool, inherited, probably Mum’s. Never felt particularly attached to it, didn’t need to. Always been here, reliable, like the coffee table – though perhaps a little less stylish. And these eyes—do you think you notice them? Probably not. Too busy watching us, maybe.

We haven’t moved much since he left, not really. Arms still here, naturally, crossing casually, as if nothing’s changed, except, well, everything. Which is precisely the point, isn't it? To be so perfectly willing to stay put, but without knowing exactly why. Did we do something wrong? Was it the rain that night, that endless drizzle that seemed to seep into every corner of the house, dampening evenings more than the smiles.

That half-smile, anyway. Is that it? Our half-smile. Doesn’t reach the corners of the mouth very often, does it? More like a flicker of recognition, a memory of warmth. A hesitant acceptance.

You were good at noticing once, weren’t you? Before things got…well. Before the children arrived, before the arguments started, before the feeling slowly drifted away until only ghosts remained.

So, look at us. Don’t stare too hard. Just watch."

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