Sunlight through the leaves, coffee steam rising… feels like that perfect autumn morning when everything just *clicked*. A little cozy knit, a whole lot of peace – sometimes the best memories are mad...

Here we go...

“There.” That’s probably what you think, isn’t it? A little too much linen, perhaps. Not quite the effortless chic of those early days. This shirt – cream, perfectly sensible cream - feels heavier today than usual, doesn’t it? Like it’s trying to hold everything back. All these years ago, when he chose it for us, felt lighter somehow. Lessens the weight of expectation, every time. It was such a simple thing, wasn’t it? The breeze through the vineyard, the scent of grapes…and him, all dark hair and easy laughter. “Just need some more wine,” he said, tilting his head, exactly like that – not needing anything but us."

We haven't heard that in ages. Twenty years, give or take. It always used to be so obvious, didn’t it? How beautiful we were, how easily things flowed. Now there’s only the faint echo of a conversation gone wrong, the ghost of a decision made. Your camera hangs around your neck, neutral enough, most of the time. Doesn’t judge quite as much as we did ourselves.”

A slight turn of the chin, remember that. We liked to turn our chins. Makes it look like you’re not entirely sure why we’re here, really. Or if we should be. Perhaps just hoping you won’t ask too many questions. After all, hasn't been asking about that for twenty years.”

Your gaze drifts down to the sleeve of our favourite cardigan—a bit frayed at the cuff, naturally — perfect. Almost forgot, hadn’ed it?

"So," we say, voice a touch hoarse, almost without thinking. "What do you see?"

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