Sunlight through the leaves, coffee steaming – doesn’t get much better than this, does it? A little bit cozy, a whole lot of effortless chic. Feeling like we found our perfect autumn state here… maybe...

Here’s the Monologue:

“There. Still brewing, isn't it?” I murmur, more to myself than you, really. It's been a while since we spoke about that, hasn’t it? Just a quietude now, usually. Not unpleasant, not entirely…but silent. This hand, for instance. A little tight around the ceramic, perhaps. The heat should be radiating outwards, shouldn't it? A gentle warmth, chasing away the dampness outside – the always present dampness these days. These cards, too comfortable, almost familiar. Creamy, comforting even. They haven't seen much fighting lately, these ones. Which means maybe there hasn’t been much noticing.

You’re staring, aren’t you? Not aggressively, no. More like you were then. That flicker of surprise when he said yes, didn’t quiteise the fear. Almost... hesitant. Like you weren’t sure if you deserved to be here, all those years ago. And here, now. We had such beautiful coats, remember? His was dark blue, sharp edges, everything felted so nicely. Ours were softer, more easily ruffled.

That smile – did you notice it fading? It wasn’ted gone completely. Just… quieter. Maybe it’s been a while since we noticed each other smiling, truly. Your gaze drifts back out the window, doesn’t it? To the rain. Always to the rain. As if the answer lies amongst the droplets.”

"Well?"

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