Tip of My Tongue
Everything reminded him of her. She was halfway around the country, living it up and living her dream singing to a million screaming fans every night. Daryl couldn't be happier for her, knowing she was happy. But he missed her like hell. Sure, she could have gone along with her, lived off her money and her fame, but that wasn't who he was. So while Beth was out touring the country, he was at the mechanics every day, making a living. He looked at the red lace tied around his wrist and smirked a bit. She'd put it there the day she left, she told him it was so he wouldn't forget her. Like he could ever forget her. She'd also put a little love letting into his pocket which he hadn't found out until he'd gotten home. He read it every morning.
He was on his midmorning break, smoking in the back of the shop. He blew a smoke ring and smirked remembering the first time she'd seen him do it. She'd asked him to teach her how to blow one, but it wasn't easily taught and she'd gotten to frustrated and looked so damn cute. He glanced across the street and the little family diner and saw a young couple making out through the window. He thought back to the first time he'd kissed her. She'd tasted sweet, like vanilla and cherries. He'd spend hours memorizing her pretty lips.
He never saw it coming, never thought he'd fall in love with Beth Greene, but she'd hit him like a two ton truck. On his way home from work every song reminded him of her and he missed her just a little bit more. When he walked into his house and threw his keys on the counter and pushed the button on the answering machine. "Hey baby," her voice rang out, filing the small house. "I'm coming home. I'll see you at ten." Cracking a beer open he couldn't help but smile. He'd forgotten that she was coming home. "Hey baby." He looked over to the hallway that led back to the bedrooms. She was standing there giving him that come and get me smile. "I caught an early flight."