Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect Parisian knit – feeling like this most days! A little bit cozy, a little bit dreamy… just what we need to escape for an afternoon. The city hummed outside...

“Here you are then,” I murmur, voice perhaps a little too low, not quite sure if you heard us when we said goodbye all those years ago. Or was it really goodbye? It feels more likely he simply drifted off to market later than expected, didn’t it? These things happen. The rug shifted, the light caught his eye…

This wine has been nice, hasn’t it? A touch dry, maybe – reminiscent of that summer, wasn’t it? Everything felt so bright back then, even the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun. This dress, well, this green suits us both. Comfortable enough, though the velvet collar does tickle sometimes, doesn’t it? Like a memory trying to break through.

We haven’t spoken much since you stepped into the room, which isn’t entirely surprising, is it? Not many words are needed, usually. Just the quiet hum of the house, the scent of rain on the rose garden. And the ghost of laughter, if you listen closely.

You’re staring, aren’ed you? Not judging exactly—not yet. That small crease above your eyebrow, ever observant. Did you notice the way the light catches the threads of the fabric? We don't want everything to be perfect, of course. Just…right.

A hint of frustration, maybe? See? We always did know. Now, don’t stand there frozen like a statue. Take a sip. Doesn’t taste particularly bitter tonight.”

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