Yay, a new Dasey drabble! :D

I know it´s really really short but I just needed to write it down because suddenly it was in my head and I´m still sooo excited for the Dasey Revival! :P

I don´t own Life with Derek although I wish I would. XD
And don´t judge my story because of the grammar mistakes because English is not my first language!

I wake up to your quiet mumblings, the ones I got used to over the past few years.

You´re talking in sleep, something about a newspaper article and I can hear you saying my name.

I love it when you do that. You say it´s rather embarrassing but I think it´s incredibly cute.

I raise my hand and pull the strand of brown hair out of your face.

You´re so beautiful lying there, quiet and peaceful. Nothing compared to your personality though.

You´re vivacious, a bit clumsy, a perfectionist and a little Miss Know-It-All and I love you for that.

My hand strokes your cheek and trails off down your side. You begin to move slowly, did I wake you up?

No. You turn your head to the side to avoid the sunlight that´s tangling up around your face.

With every second I love you more. There´s this little smile spreading out across your face now while you´re asleep and it´s making me smile as well.

Those are the moments when I wish you would be mine, only mine.

Because to me Casey Venturi sounds so much better than Casey French.

I close my eyes for a moment.

Truman. I think. That guy is an idiot.

And one day I would find a way to prove it to you. I would make you see that he was a total ass and that he didn´t deserve you. That was a promise I had made a long time ago and if it was the last thing I would do.

I can see your eyelids fluttering, you´ll be awake soon. And I know what´s gonna happen.

You´ll open your eyes, smile at me with that gorgeous, sleepy look on your face and that will make my heart melt. After that you´ll realize what you did, again, and the smile will disappear.

You´ll get up, telling me that this shouldn´t have happened and that it could not happen again.

I kiss you for the last time before your eyes fly open. I taste your soft lips and inhale your sweet smell, some kind of vanilla.

You smile and so do I. For a moment there´s just us and nothing else in this world matters. This is the ultimate forever. If I had to pick one moment to live in for the rest of my life, it would be this one.

Now you´re realizing where you are and the smile fades.

"Derek…" you whisper and your eyes fill with tears. I can´t stand that because I don´t do tears, especially not yours. I lift my hand up to your face stroking your cheek. You close your eyes for a moment that feels like forever. Then you turn away and grab your clothes.

"Derek this shouldn´t have happened! And it can´t happen again. It´s just not right!" you pull the shirt over your head, avoiding to look at me.

"I have to go, Truman is waiting. We have an appointment with the wedding planner."

You´re looking for your purse now. It´s over there on the desk.

In a few seconds you would walk out of the door.

My heart should break and shatter to pieces, but it doesn´t because I know you.

No matter how many time you leave, you always come back running.