Golden hour glowin’ ✨ feels like everything is just right when you’re bundled up in your favorite sweater and sipping something warm. Maybe it’s the coffee (definitely the coffee), maybe it’s the cozy...
The woollen scarf, of course, feels particularly prickly tonight. Not an unpleasant prickle, not entirely. More like remembering - a faint sharpness when everything else has softened to fuzziness. It was yours, wasn’t it? The colour of storm clouds after rain, always felt like that - promise hanging in the dampness.
And look at your shoes, you know. A little scuffed now, aren’t they? Like memories themselves – well worn, familiar even if we don’t quite remember exactly when things started to fray. A bit tooed for everyone but us, perhaps. That’s why you were back, isn’t it? Back to see if there was still something left to see. We didn’t shout much then, did we? Just these silences. Heavy ones sometimes, punctuated by the clink of a glass, the crackle of the fire. And maybe, just maybe, a hint of resentment lurking behind every smile.
You haven’t said anything yet, obviously. Always been good at that, hasn’t he? Your father. He used to say you had eyes for...well, everything. Except perhaps us.
Here, then. Let yourself notice the way the light catches the fringe of your coat – the one that belonged to her, though you never admitted she was a problem. A subtle shift in the mouth – a slight turn of the lips, almost missed it. Did you think that was wistful? Or simply tired?
We both knew it hadn'ing going smoothly for years, of course. All those unspoken words, all those chances missed. Now, decades later, the house seems smaller than we remembered, quieter. Still, here you are. Looking at us.
So, go ahead. Look at us. Aren’t we beautiful? Even with the wrinkles, and the quiet grief. Especially with the quiet grief.”
Now, over to you! How does it feel?
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