For Scripps, Dated 12/31

[madeofstories]

Grace very distinctly remembers the events of New Years Eve one year ago.

Dressed up in clothes from another era, they all rang in the new year in a way that she can only describe as magical. And Grace's last moments of the previous year were spent with someone she didn't anticipate would be as near and dear to her heart now as he is.

This year, they've been plunged into a different place altogether, one that Grace has found equally as magical as the month has worn on. And tonight, it feels as if there is magic in the air all over again, as Grace pulls her scarf more snugly around her neck. She's waiting in Times Square, where she's supposed to be meeting Scripps tonight, but so far, she hasn't spotted him.

Perhaps she should have been a bit more specific as to which corner she'd be nearest to.

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[madeofstories]

"I'm just sorry that we won't be able to come back here again," Grace says, realizing. The island always returns to normal, eventually, and when New York disappears, so will the hotel and the room that holds such a wonderful memory for them now.

[turnedtoproust]

Scripps inhales deeply and looks around. He's grateful to the location for the first time, but he wants it to remain that. "It means that our memory is going to remain preserved," he murmurs. "Nothing will ever touch this night."

[madeofstories]

"Mmm," she responds, agreeing, "You're right. I suppose we'll have to take albums full of mental pictures, then."

Grace wants to be sure that nothing is forgotten. Not the feel of him there, or the softness of the bed, or the way that Donald's hair is wonderfully mussed.