For duchessduchie
Memory
The things that he remembered somehow seemed wrong, because they weren't the special moments or the dramatic events. It was the small everyday memories that filled his head. He always remembered Letty, the memory of her was like a presence that was always with him. The scent of her skin always lingered in his nose and the taste of her mouth was always on his lips and he would find himself turning to tell her something before suddenly remembering that she was no longer there to hear him.
But still it was the small things that he remembered the most clearly. Funny things, silly things that would seem worthless and had no meaning. Like that fact that she had loved B grade horror films, especially creature features. Bad CGI, worse acting and scripts that were so cheesy that they always left him craving a cheese burger and fries, were what Letty loved best in a film. If it had giant snakes, prehistoric sharks or mutated crocodiles in it she was there. She liked nothing better than science messes with nature and then nature goes on a mad rampage and kills (and sometimes eats) a lot of people.
It was things like that that crept up on him and caught him unawares. The little things rather than big events. He'd planed a romantic date for them to celebrate their one year anniversary, dinner and dancing and everything. But now he couldn't even recall what Letty had worn even though Mia had spent the best part of three hours helping her get ready. He knew that she had looked amazing but couldn't remember how she'd looked.
But he did remember that Letty had never been one for make-up or perfume. All that girly stuff with lotions and potions, just wasn't her, she didn't even bother with fancy shampoo preferring to use his. But she'd had several shoeboxes that were full to overflowing with chap sticks. Every colour and flavour there was. And they turned up everywhere. There were at least three in every car she ever rode in, they got in every cupboard and draw, some even found their way into his toolbox.
And she'd always carried at last one on her at all times. He remembered with extreme fondness one particularly hot summer day and Letty had been in very shot shorts a bathing suit and nothing else. With no other hiding place available she'd tucked a lip balm into her bikini top, the outline of it tucked snugly against her left breast had driven him wild. He'd put up with it for as long as he could before he'd practically dragged her into the house and up to his room. She'd been laughing every step of the way.
What he remembered most was that Letty had just always been there. The memory of her was everywhere and everything. Mia called the Charger a curse and tired and stressed and with her hormones all out of whack due to pregnancy had screamed at him. She had wanted to know why he always instead on rebuilding it instead of scrapping it and freeing them all. He'd just walked away because there were something he couldn't even tell her.
There was too much of Letty in that car for him to ever part with it. It had been a ruin and she'd poured her blood sweat and tears into it. Rebuilt from scratch because she knew one day he'd come back for it even though Mia had wanted to scrap it even then. He couldn't tell his sister that he'd taken Letty's virginity on the back seat of that car or that there were still two of her chap sticks in the glove box.
And he couldn't tell Mia that once the two of them had driven to the beach and watched the sun set into the sea. They stayed there all night, lying side by side on the hood of the charger and just being. And that as the setting sun had turned her skin to burnished gold Letty had promised that one day she'd teach him how to surf. She had learned one summer while on holiday in Hawaii and had fallen in love with it. She said it was amazing, a huge rush while at the same time being an almost spiritual experience. He'd laughed and kissed her and promised to let her teach him. She never had and now never would.
There was so much he couldn't tell his sister and so much that he would always remember, because Letty was everywhere. Her memory wasn't just in his head or his heart, she was on his skin and buried bone deep inside of him. She was just Letty and she was forever.
(A/N) Yeah, I've kinda been in a reflective mood of late and what with Letty coming back it got me to thinking about how Dom would remember her. With me, it's the little things that stick with me most, rather then the big events.
Lamanth xx