"ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴍᴘᴛᴏɴꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ" - The Marias
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based off the submarine n cinema album 🎬
★ ׂ╰┈➤ ᴼʲᵒˢ ⁿᵉᵍʳᵒˢᵖⁱᵉˡᶜᵃⁿᵉˡᵃ Qᵘᵉᵐᵉ ˡˡᵉᵍᵃⁿ ᵃᵈᵉˢᵉˢᵖᵉʳᵃʳᴹᵉ ⁱᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃˢᵗú y tú y tú
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JUNE 27th 2018
A week had gone by, and things had just faded off ever since the argument.
He'd said what he always said, and she'd taken him back for it. Not that she'd left him in the first place. He played it off with, "I'm sorry, I was drunk. I didn't mean what I said..."
She hated how gullible she was, how just a look from him, or even just breathing in her direction, made her melt.
It was now a quiet afternoon, the kind where the sun wasn't overbearing, and the waves made a gentle rhythm along the shore. Kyomi sat beside Nicholas, her toes burrowed into the warm sand, watching as he stared out at the horizon, lost in thought. Somehow, it felt like all that tension had drifted out to sea, softened by the salt air and the gentle lull of the waves.
She found herself captivated by the way the breeze played with Nicholas's hair, lifting it softly, as if painting him in golden light. The sun cast a warm glow over his cinnamon-colored skin, making him look almost unreal, like something out of a memory. She felt a surge of warmth in her chest—a reminder of why she had fallen for him in the first place.
When she spoke, his eyes would turn to her, lighting up in that familiar way, catching the sunlight with a kind of sparkle that seemed just for her. It was a look that said he was listening, that he was really there with her. In those moments, it didn't matter what they had fought about. All that mattered was the quiet peace between them, the feeling that despite everything, they were here together.
Kyomi started playing with the sand as Nicholas rested his arms over his knees.
"Ky..." he said softly, still looking out at the sea.
"Yeah?" she asked, glancing over at him.
"I'm sorry about everything on Friday—"
"Look, it's whatever. I didn't sweat it," she replied, cutting him off. "It takes a lot to put me down."
He nodded, a hint of relief in his eyes. "I know you don't care anymore, but I just kinda feel embarrassed, I guess."
After a moment, Kyomi finally broke the silence. "Well... do you think we'll always be this complicated?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with confusion. She leaned her head against his shoulder.
Nicholas glanced down, the sunlight catching in his eyes as he looked at her, that familiar sparkle returning. "Honestly? Probably," he said with a wry grin. "But I think I'd rather have complicated with you than simple with anyone else."
