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...
《 Closing Chapter 》 ✦ recommended : listen to the music with the chapter, it's a good song ;) 🥀
The end of a chapter doesn't mean it's the end of the whole story.. It just means it's time for a new beginning.
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I fidgeted with my nails as I stood outside of Quincy's front door. It's been months since I've last been here and I didn't even feel the same emotions I once felt. The comfort and homely feel was replaced with cold nostalgia and discomfort. I felt out of place here.. I rubbed my stomach to remember why I had to keep pushing through this all, and eventually I gathered up the courage to ring his door bell.
It took Quincy about 3 minutes to make his way through this big ass house to the door. Once he opened it, I felt my heart about to beat through my chest. The thick tension suffocated me and my hands started shaking so much I had to hold them behind my back to keep him from seeing. My anxiety caused me to avoid all eye contact so I focused solely on his outfit, he had on a white t-shirt, white bomber, ripped jeans and Adidas', his hair was up in its signature bun and I suddenly felt underdressed and.. less than.
"Hey.." Quincy said lowly as I forced a smile.
"Hey." I replied back softly as I looked around the front of the house.
"You here for your stuff, right?" He asked as he stepped back and allowed me in.
"Why else would I be here?" I said sassily as I walked in the foyer and headed straight to the room to get my stuff.
"I was just asking a question.." I heard him mumble under his breath but I chose to ignore it. I texted the mover guys to come in and grab the stuff ; I held everything small in my hands because with my new pregnancy, I wasn't able to lift anything heavy.
"So how've you been?" He asked.
"Better.. really looking forward to this move." I admitted. "Can't wait to see what the future holds." I said as I smiled down at my stomach.
