Stuck on all of my other fics (and they're 60 percent finished) and this larger drabble popped into mind. Commentaries at the end.

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For You

She smelt of vanilla, and her dress had a slight trace of lemon chiffon (because white just didn't seem right).

Standing in front of the mirror, she stared hard; her lips shining in coral shades and wavy locks framing her face. She was going to do this; it was the right thing, and right always won over wrong, right? (Even if wrong didn't feel so wrong...)

Her hazel eyes stared at the ring in her hand, the silver band clashing against her caramel skin (because gold would fit so much better) and the gem seemed to hide its shine from her.

A sigh escaped her lips and she looked at the floor, memories of shared hot drinks – hot nights – getting the best of her imagination (five years didn't seem to lock them good enough).

She shook her head roughly (a tiny yellow daisy loosing some of its petals) and looked again at her reflection.

She had to do this.

And with that in mind she picked a yellow-y bouquet and held her chin high; because hot nights never were more than that and golden rings weren't the ones holding her up.

Mahogany doors were ready to open and classical music flowed behind them. A pained smiled appeared in her face and she nodded inwardly; she could do this, she had to.

But time seemed to hate her (or know better than her), because before she could take one more step, a tanned hand grabbed her arm; the yellow bouquet falling over and daisy petals spreading over the ground.

"What are you doing here?", she didn't stutter (as anyone else would) and her eyes suddenly felt like breaking down.

"You smell like Vanilla", his voice was a bit harsh and he narrowed his eyes, "You were actually going to smell of vanilla – my vanilla – for him?"

She stood silent, looking into his eyes and finally found the strength to try and push out of his grip.

He grabbed harder and yanked her body towards his. They stood like that for what seemed hours, before he spoke.

"It was never just casual...it was never just anything"

She looked down, the wrong now standing before her feeling a little more right, "Logan..."

"No, no more 'Logan's', I'm sorry if you don't want to be happy, but I do, okay? I do, and the problem is that I'm only happy with you, and I know you're happy with me (even if you feel like it's wrong) and five years have passed Dana, five, and I've tried, I've really tried but you see, the thing is, gold doesn't look good on just anyone-", he paused and his hand left her arm, tracing it's way down to her fingers (silver being replaced by gold).

"Just like you are not for just anyone...you – you are for me"

She stood looking at the golden band and then looked at his hand (never leaving hers again), "Okay"

"Okay?"

"Okay"

And so the yellow flowers laid forgotten at the sound of happiness knocking on Dana Cruz's door, and this time she was sure to answer, because after all...it was for her.

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I'm not sure what I'm thinking right now, I've re-read this about ten times and I finally don't feel the need to change anything and I'm hearing Denny Elfman's "Corpse Bride" soundtrack so I'm feeling so much the classical music and I just don't know, the poetic side of writing came out -smiles-

A little of explanation (the rest goes in your mind): some might ask, and why does Dana feel like it's wrong to be happy with Logan? Honestly, I don't know, but I feel like she would think it is, like if she's happy with him she has caved into something that wasn't meant for her...at least that's what I recollect about her character (the little they showed of her).

This recollects "Vanilla", "Casual" and "Meant", and with this I close that part of my feelings for DL. I'm sure there's more DL to come but with this drabble, ends the first kiss, the first night together, and the first glimpse of knowing what destiny means...or at least that's how I look at it.

I hope all of you liked it and I really want to dedicate this 4-arc drabbles to Sarah because I think we both believe in this kind of DL love and not the bright and shiny love other writers have for them, obstacles do happen and those same obstacles are the ones that build real love.

Sleepy and knowing this is my largest drabble (sorry for that),

-Kath