15th June, 2012
"Daddy?" the little girl to his left side asked softly, obviously trying to be the most gentle she could with her question; a trait he had inherited from her papa. His heart ached at the thought.
He knew the question would come eventually, and it was time to face it after all these years. He was ready to tell someone at last.
"Yes Elizabeth, what is it honey?" he asked with a smile he knew cheered her up. How could he not know it cheered her up after the love of his life had noticed it? She smiled, the corners of her lips turning up in to a smile that could match the one he used to wears constantly in Blaine's presence.
"How did you and Papa meet?" she said, ducking her head embarrassed by her question almost. He felt the beginnings of tears gather in his eyes.
She deserved to know the truth, about how he met him, about how he captivated him from the second he laid eyes on him that day; the same day as the date today.
The 15th of June, 1998. It was one of the most vivid memories he had in his whole existence. That and the day he...no, he can't think about that now, Elizabeth needed to know the happiness they had shared, not the sadness he had experienced.
The day he met the love of his life.
He smiled fondly at the memory, letting it dance around in his mind for a few more seconds before he lifted the four year old of the chair and situated her on his lap, turning around so they were lying on the couch together; Elizabeth curled in to his side.
She stared up at him expectantly, her bright blue eyes glistening in the light from the large window in the corner; yet another reminder that he had loved. Her long chestnut hair flowed down past her shoulders and on to her elbows. Even though she always sat on it, her papa had always loved it long, so they kept it that way; she didn't mind. It made her feel closer to him; like there was some magical connection in her hair that made everything better. I suppose it was his fault for letting her watch 'Tangled' too many times, but they both loved it, and the last thing he wanted to do was deny her any more happiness. Anyway, she was only four; she needed to know he was always with her somehow.
"Do you want to know the whole story?" he asked, staring in to the orbs of glasz, getting a strong feeling of De-ja-vu filling him up and making him want to weep. He struggled to produce a shaky smile as he squeezed her shoulders tightly.
She nodded eagerly, her chin banging on his chest as she did so, making him giggle at his daughter.
"It's a very long story, are you sure you want me to tell you all of it sweetheart?" he pressed, she nodded again; just as eagerly as before. He knew she would fall asleep half way through, and he knew he would carry on telling the story not to her, but to himself, wanting to get lost in the memories of the past; the days he would cherish forever.
"Okay honey. I will start from the beginning" he said, she nodded again before snuggling in to his chest and closing her eyes, the way she always had when they had read stories to her, side by side.
This was a story he had hoped he wouldn't have to tell her alone, but he knew he had no choice but to do it by himself now.
So he closed his eyes, kissed his daughter on the forehead, and revisited his past.
The best years of his life.
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