Sunlight through the leaves, coffee steam rising… feels like that perfect moment where everything just clicked. A little bit cozy, a whole lot of magic. Feeling myself (and these vintageeeyes) today! ...

The silkine feels good against the skin, doesn’t it? A little bit indulgent, perhaps. It was your mother’s favorite, after all. Not that we ever said that. Just assumed, mostly. It’s been ages, hasn't it? Since the last time you stepped out of the car, smelling faintly of rain and sandalwood. Thatched us then too, didn’t it? Those summer evenings spent by the lake...almost forgot about the champagne bubbles, almost forgot about everything but the light.

Of course, there were alwaysings to forget about. The way he used to snort his wine, for one. Or the way you always wore those perfectly creased trousers. Almost makes you think it wasn't so bad, really - except for the part where it ended, didn’t it? Seven years ago, or maybe ten. Time does that, doesn't it? Blurs the edges until only the shadows remain.

You haven't moved since you got here, not much anyway. Watching you, of course. Always watching. Like a hawk eyeing its prey. Which isn’ (always) felt a bit daunting, sometimes. But also…comfortable. We knew each other well enough, didn’t we? All the silences, all the glances. So why did things end up feeling so lonely when they actually started?

Now look at you. Slightly hesitant, aren’t you? Taking notes, probably. Wondering if we remember how to smile properly. A flicker of recognition in your eye, though. Good. Maybe we still have something to offer.

Or maybe you’re just curious about the silver ring on our finger—your grandmother’s, naturally. Either way…well, don't be afraid to stare. After all, hadn't you missed us.”

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