A/N: This is inspired by my new fic I will be putting up soon, a malec/ basically just the mortal instruments fiction. And yeah, follow my very much the mortal instruments tumblr: glitterbane-heronduck
Sorry for not uploading recently.
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"Aren't memories strange" you asked your boyfriend, he looked up, startled for a moment before composing himself.
"I guess. In ways. " He was watching you as he replied, studying you, trying to work out what you were thinking and what you were feeling by what was displayed on your face.
All he was getting was confusion.
"I mean technically we remember everything, we just don't know we've remembered it, it gets stored away and hidden from us. Isn't that weird" you said now watching him. His eyes sparked and brightened.
"I'm more interested in what I choose to remember for instance. Our first date, I remember every detail. The way you looked, the way you moved- so nervous I could see your bones shaking, the way you smiled.. lighting up your whole face with this heavenly glow. I remember that because in that moment I knew i would fall in love with you. And I knew I wouldn't be able to stop it"
You couldn't help but smile, while your breath caught in your throat and you tried to think back to a time when your lungs could function.
"I remember" he continued, moving to be sat closer, the skin of his shoulder grazing agaisnt yours in a tantalising manor as his lips twitched.
"I remember the exact moment when I knew I had fallen in love with you."
That's something he loved about Memories, unless you shared them, no one knows what you took time to remmeber or what your heart grabbed hold of, repeating mine.
You could experience that exact same moment as someone, and both take different memories from it. And he loved that he got to tell you all these things about your self, that you didn't know and wouldn't if he never uttered a word.
Moments were temporary but memories were immortal even if we weren't.
Your eyes were hopefully as they met his, your eyelashes fluttering ever so gently as you blinked and the heat and passion from your heart spreading ever so gracefully across your cheeks.
This was another moment he would remember.
"You were crying- Which makes me sound like a horrible human being. But it was a mixture of so many things, you seemed sad and lost.. almost hopeless in misery. But your lips still held onto the ghost of a smile, and your eyes still shone with the slightest spark. You were happy and sad all at once. And I couldn't help but watch you and wonder what sort of events could bring out these emotions and that's when I saw it. You were clutching it your hands, your fingers trembling as you held it to your chest-"
He paused.
" A book( or DVD or whatever thing that makes you cry fandom tears) " laughter rippled through him like the echoes of a pebble falling into water .
Feelings attached themselves to memories. And there was a huge mess of emotions with this memory.
"And I remember thinking to myself how lucky I was to be dating someone who could read words and take so much from them. Repeating phrased over and over until every word wss memorised. I remember wanting you to feel like that for me, if at least one cell inside you burned as brightly as the fire in your eyes than I knew you would be loving me with your entire being" he broke away again, just now registering what he was actually saying.
" I remember every thing falling into place. All the times I felt a sudden warmth in my chest, or felt myself smiling for no reason. They all tumbled together in such a clumsy fashion but I knew I had fallen in love. And i found myself wanting to be better, to change the structure of my very existence til it was everything you desired. These words you read, these fictional characters spoke with such beauty and I wanted to be able to talk like that for you"
You stopped him.
"Do you know when I fell in love with you?" You moved to hold his hands between yours, sliding your fingertips over his skin.
"Or at least when i realised" you amended.
"When I saw you realise. When you didn't judge me for sobbing about people that to many don't exist. You understood that to me these people were real, they lived and died and breathed through words on a page and with each sentence I read, I fell more in loved with the words. But in each word I found it reminded of you. I cried when I finished because I would no longer be able to see you on the pages "
You couldn't breathe, you were admitting to him, what you swore you never would.
"But I saw in your eyes, the way you WATCHEd the book, the way you watched me. You had fallen in love and you wanted to be in the words of the pages, to speak them, so I would love you"
Your hand moved to his cheek. Your thumb stroking along his cheekbones.
"But I was already falling. Your love made me land"