A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Here's a short and sweet fic for you. This is based on one of my favorite songs, Passion Pit – Live To Tell The Tale. Enjoy and please don't forget to review :)
Also, for my Dulci readers: A new chapter will be up soon. I promise.
Live To Tell The Tale
They were all the same. They all had the same beginning, middle, and end. Their faces were always blurred. Their names never remembered, if even exchanged at all. All forgettable. "Nothing more than another conquest" was how he put it. That was how it was for him. For as long as he could remember, that was how he wanted it to be.
Now everything had changed, he had changed, he had done it for her. She was the one story he had no problem telling. He remembered everything during their first night together and all the nights that followed. Every moment stayed crisp and fresh in his mind; from the color of her headband to the tiny freckles that circled her snow white shoulders. He always said her name; it felt more real that way. Blair. Her name had been the assurance that he was not dreaming.
"Blair," he whispered; her name fell perfectly from his mouth. He knew he was meant to say her name for the rest of his life.
The sun peaked through the seams of his velvet curtains and the rays of morning playfully tickled her face. Her body steadily rose and fell as she continued to sleep, unaware of his adoration. He watched her greedily, as if it could all easily be taken away from him. As if she'll wake up any minute and realize what a huge mistake he was. He was convinced that he was not good enough for her, yet there she was, by his side. He smiled and moved a the fallen curls from her face.
Her eyes slowly opened and a smile immediately graced her lips.
His voice came out like velvet, "Hi."
"Hi," she whispered back, inching closer to him.
He placed a kiss on her forehead, "I love you."
He felt her smile widen, "I love you, too." Her warm breath danced across his bare chest.
He closed his eyes, taking every thing in. The quiet stirs of the waking city, her tangled head of curls, his full heart. Another moment to remember, he thought. She was the one story he wished would have no ending.