Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect little cozy sweater – feeling like this every day shouldn’t feel like a dream! A bit sleepy, a whole lot happy to be here, just soaking up these golden hou...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn't it? Not terribly so, not usually – it’s been ours for five years, hasn’t it? Five years since the argument about the dahlias – yours were always too flamboyant, weren’t they? A bit much. This dress, though…a little frayed around the edges, perhaps. Like us. It was Mum’s, wasn’t it? She wouldn’t have minded if we’d worn it more often. She had such faith in simple things.

You haven't said anything yet, of course. That’s typical. Just standing there, camera poised, all shoulders and quiet observation. As if everything were perfectly captured, neatly pinned back. Almost as if you don't notice the dust motes dancing in the beam of light catching the fringe of your scarf. We used to love those evenings, didn’t we? The rain against the windowpane, the scent of woodsmoke...and hisssing tea, inevitably spilled on one’s sleeve.

It's been ages since hessed tea. Or really, any sound other than the ticking clock. Everything felt sharper then, hadn’t it? More certain. Now…now it’s almost silent. Except for the way the wool grazes your cheek when you shift closer, ever so subtly. Remember, did we? The feeling of being close enough to forget ourselves?

That look on your face, though. Is that pity? Doubt? Well, maybe. And maybe just a touch of hope. After all, we both know it ended beautifully, didn’t we? Before the divorce papers, before the frostiness, before the endless cycle began.

Now, smile. Just a hint. Don’t be afraid. It's okay to remember the warmth. Here goes…”So, what do you think?”

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