Sunlight through the leaves, coffee steam rising… feels like that perfect morning when everything just *clicked*. Cozy sweater, comfy boots, and maybe a little bit of city magic. Feeling grateful for ...

Sunlight through the leaves, coffee steam rising… feels like that perfect morning when everything just *clicked*. Cozy sweater, comfy boots, and maybe a little bit of city magic. Feeling grateful for ...

Here goes nothing, then. Always here, isn’t it? The slight tilt of the chin, the way the silk catches when the light hits—a well-worn comfort, if perhaps a little frayed around the edges. This dress, for instance - deep teal, remember? Your favorite, though you didn't quite notice when we chose it. It feels familiar, doesn't it? Like a half-remembered dream. Not unpleasant, not entirely certain why it wasn't perfect.

You’re staring, aren’t you? A hesitant stare. Less critical than last time, definitely less so. Which means maybe, just maybe, there’s hope. We haven’t spoken much, naturally. Too many years since ‘then’, too many silences to acknowledge. That one after the garden party, where you didn’t even mention the rose bush. Simple things used to be easy, hadn't they? Before the rain came, of course. Everyone always says it was the rain.

There was a flicker of recognition in your eyes earlier, a brief break through the carefully constructed neutrality. When we both turned slightly during that draughty rehearsal - back to the fireplace, mostly - and your hand brushed against mine almost without thinking. Almost. Did you mean to? Probably not. Didn't matter, did it?

Now you’re watching us, all quiet observation. Are you wondering about the smudge of dust on your cheekbone? Or whether we ever truly left, or if we were simply pushed out. It’s been seven years, hasn’t it? Seven years since the last time you asked us to come home.

A small smile plays on our lips, don't lie. That's right, a small smile. Let it show, don’t be afraid. After all, it’s been a while since either of us has felt completely sure of ourselves. Now, breathe with us...and look."


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