Sunlight through the leaves, coffee steaming – feels like that perfect autumn morning you don’t want to rush away. Cozy knit, favorite boots (a little scuffed, doesn't matter!), and a whole lot of pea...

“Comfortable, aren't you? That's good. It has to be, doesn’t it? We always liked things rather comfortable, didn't we? Though ‘comfortable’ never felt quite righted, did it? More… contained. Like a perfectly placed fern in a gilded cage.”

We were laughing last week, remember? Over the cat - silly thing, thought it had permission to napright on the bookshelf for three days. But then came yesterday, hadn’t that? The silences started again. They do tend to after a while, these ones. Not unpleasant, exactly. Just... expected.

This cardigan, for instance. Warm, isn’t it? This cable knit was his mother’s, probably. Always loved the way it smelled faintly of woodsmoke and old books. And look at your shoes – still leather, even if a bit worn around the edges. Like ours used to be.

A flicker of recognition in your eyes, wasn’t there? When you turned your head. Didn't catch it completely, of course. We don’t want to admit too much, ever. Too many expectations attached to those acknowledgements.

Your brow furrowed slightly – were you wondering why we haven’— well, everything, really. About whether he blamed us, or if it was simply our fault. Probably both. Isn’t that usually the case?”

We’re definitely holding onto the weight of it all, aren’t we? These silent judgments. Let’s not overdo it though.

Now, lets see yourself. Are you smiling? Or just a little wary?"

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