Another City Of Lights.

*Bonus Chapter*

~~This chapter is dedicated to devil-95 for all the love and support~~

April, New York.

Remy's POV:-

Even though it's April, it hasn't gotten any warmer in this city. In fact, I think it's actually colder now. And it's absolutely unbearable because if there's anything I despise in this world, it's the cold. I just don't know how to function normally while wearing all these layers of clothing, and I don't like my hair standing up on it's ends. Freaky snow.

The coffee has gone cold in my hands, and it's been exactly two hours since I've been sitting in this hallway outside of Sam's dorm room. Probably not the best plan, I probably should've just asked her about her classes instead of coming to surprise her directly from the airport.
Well, not directly, because I did stop by my house first to drop my bags off. Initially, I planned to just pick her up after her shift at that diner, but I couldn't wait until then. A month of waiting is more than enough for me.

But this was literally the worst on-spot decision I had ever made in my life. Because this hallway was cold, it was freezing cold, and I didn't know how much longer I could wait.

I didn't even know where she was. She could be anywhere for all I knew, it wasn't necessary that she would come back directly after class. She could've gone out. I didn't even know if she had any other friends other than Jade. A month away, and I felt so clueless now.

I had used up all the remaining battery in my phone in hopes of passing the time. I had checked my email, my Facebook, sent a message to my Mum telling her I had reached here just fine, and I had gone through every game I had on this phone. I didn't have anything left to do now.

I had asked Sam to come with me to England, I had literally begged her to. But she said no, and I understood her reasons for that. I wasn't that ecstatic, or prepared, to tell my parents about her. Not that I didn't want to, but because I needed to handle this very carefully. Really carefree, my parents. But I was still worried they might throw a fit if I just sprang the news on them like that, anyone would. I had tried to tell my Mum every chance I got, but I couldn't get the words out. And I hadn't even spoken to Sam about it yet, or about what she might want in the recent future, so it felt a bit unfair to do that. So I decided to leave it for the next time I went back home.

The blue velvet box in the pocket of jeans was jabbing against my thigh, making it extremely uncomfortable to try to sit comfortably on this floor, and so I just pulled it out.

It was something I had found by chance, and I had gotten it for Sam, although I know she might never wear it. I had gone to a fair with the family, and found it on one of those stalls where my sister had been roaming. The lady there gave me a good price, and I had snuck it in my bag when everyone had gone ahead. Impulsive decision, that too. And now I actually feel kind of silly still hiding it in my pocket.

When I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, I hurriedly stood up, throwing the box back in my pocket, and trying to seem like I hadn't been camping out her room.

I was still trying to push back my hair from my forehead and make it seem a bit tamed, when Sam made it up the stairs with Jade trailing right behind her.

She still looked the same, just the same. Her mouth was slightly parted in shock, and she dropped her bag on the floor. And then she launched herself at me, and I forgot about Jade standing there smirking at me.

I actually even forgot that we were not in her room, but outside in the hallway, and that there might be people seeing this.

But in that moment, it was just her, and she was everywhere. And I revelled in that moment, burying my face in her hair, and taking my time kissing her.
One month had been more than enough, and I was so glad that it was over.

I think Jade might've gotten the hint, because she wasn't there when Sam let go of me and pulled back. And it was hilarious to see that she didn't even notice or remember that Jade was here with her before.

I didn't go home that night, I didn't exactly have the motivation. And apparently Sam's absentee roommate made things easier for us.

I just spent the next couple of hours in a state of wakefulness and sleep, cramped up in the tiny bed, listening to her talk all night long. Sometimes what she said made sense, and sometimes it didn't, and I couldn't decide if it was because I was asleep or she was.
But I had been away for too long, and I had no recent plans of letting her move even slightly away from me.

It was surprising how easily everything she did affected me now, and maybe it was because I let it.
But sometimes I had no control over it, and I had thought that living separately for a while might be good for us, but it only made things harder for me.
I woke up everyday at my parents house craving her touch, and the coffee that she makes so well.
And when it didn't go away after ten days, I knew it wouldn't even after that. Because somethings leave their stains on you permanently, and you can't wash them away, and you can't forget them. They're a part of you now, whether you wanted them to be, or not.