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...
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|Remembrance's POV|
"Baby, can you just calm down? Everything looks perfect." Quincy said in my ear as I frantically looked over the venue we rented out for my album release party. Tonight was the big night and I couldn't help but let the anxiety take over me.
This would be my first time at a public event since miscarrying a month ago.. and I still didn't feel 100%. My heart still felt empty.. I felt like I lost a huge part of me when they told me that my baby boy was removed from me. It killed me even more knowing that I would never get to hold him.. my little cherry.
I turned and hugged Quincy tightly, inhaling his cologne and allowing it to reduce my stress. I promised myself to never cry anymore, that I had to stay strong for my baby.. the same way I would if he was still physically a part of me but I couldn't lock that in because I could never forget that he was taken away from me. I squeezed Quincy tighter as I buried my face in his neck and tried my hardest to hide my sorrow from him.
"You know it's okay for it to still hurt you, right? You're human." He whispered to me as he kissed my forehead.
"No.. I'm not hurting anymore, I'm just nervous. Too much is going on." I lied
"How much longer are you gonna keep lying to yourself before you address your issues head-on?" He asked as he kept his arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer.
"I have to pee." Was all I said to get away him, as I kissed his lips and walked off to find the bathroom.
|Narrative POV|
Rem stood infront of her bathroom sink with her hands resting on the edges as she tried to steady her breathing, rocking back and forth. They began getting clammy from how tight her grip was. It was another one of those nights where she was on the verge of freaking out. Her heart was pounding as she experienced a cold sweat. The withdrawal was kicking in as she felt the weakness beginning to take over her body. She shivered and fought back the tears as she began to feel the impulses pump through her body.
