Sunlight through the leaves, coffee cup close by... that’s what it’s all about, right? Feeling cozy and contented in my favorite oversized sweater today, letting the city drift past as we wander. Litt...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not unpleasant, not really, but definitely there. Like the memory of a slight annoyance - perhaps when he used to always fold the top sheet too tightly. A small thing, wasn’t it? And yet… Now there’s this particular drape to the sleeve, a littlewarded, maybe, against the chill of these last few years.

You’ve been standing there quite still, haven’t you? For almost an hour now, watching. The rain outside has slowed to a whisper, which is good. Lessens the dampness, lessens the feeling that everything should be dripping. We were laughing once, remember? A genuine laugh, not one of those forced ones during Christmas dinner where everyone secretly hated Auntie Mildred’s trifle. This was lighter, easier. More hopeful. Before the argument about the roses, obviously. It could have been anything, hadn’t it? Just needed more light, a simpler solution.

And here you are, peering so intently. Not approvingly, not exactly. Perhaps with a hint of expectation. As if the slightest movement, a flicker of recognition in our gaze, will send us all reeling back into something resembling normal. Which isn’ t necessarily bad, is it?

We didn't need to say much then, did we? Just a shared glance across the table, a knowing smile after she’d burned the roast. But it felt so certain, didn't it? That certainty seems further away now.

Now look at us. Let’s see if we dare. Turn your head slightly to the left, don't worry, it won’t hurt. Just enough to meet our eye, a hesitant acknowledgement. It’s okay if it’s a bit quiet, after all, hasn’t there been plenty of silent suffering already? Go on… go on…”

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