Quincy & Malaika.. if y'all see this, I'm so sorry!
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re·mem·brance
/rəˈmembrəns/
noun
the action of remembering something.
"a flash of understanding or remembrance passed between them"
You will remember her...
《Opposite Ends Of The Moon 》 ✦ Because I know that you're the one for me..
I'd risk it all for you..
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It was our last day in New York before we had to go back home. And because it was our final day, we decided to spend it entirely together. No phones, no work, no arguing, just us in each other's company.
We were currently walking to this restaurant he was telling me about, one that he said he used to go to all the time when he was younger. It wasn't far from where we were, but with this windchill.. I felt like we couldn't get there any faster.
"You cold?" Quincy asked, while looking over at me. He broke the comfortable silence we were indulged in and part of me was.. kinda glad.
I was looking cute in my lavender, two piece but it wasn't the appropriate temperature for it. My arms, part of my stomach and my legs were all exposed as the piercingly cold wind brushed against them. My pride, however, would not let me admit it since Quincy warned me already about the cold weather before we left. "No.. I'm okay. Thank you, though." I smiled over at him faintly before looking back down at the cement we walked on.
"But you're shivering." He abruptly stopped me from walking by grabbing my arm and standing me in front of him. He locked his beautiful brown eyes onto mine and gave me a concerned look. "It's like 40 sum degrees out here, Rem. I know you're freezing." Before I could respond, he pulled his bright pink bomber jacket off and held it up behind me for me to put my arms through the sleeves.
Once doing so, he fixed it on my body and I instantly felt warm. "But what about you?" I pouted as I threw my arms around him, attempting to warm him up through the cream colored turtleneck he had on.
"Don't worry about me, I'm used to this weather. You're more important." He placed his arm around my shoulders and kissed my forehead softly as we continued walking down the small street.
