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Memories ➳ Dennis

I always had those beautiful memories.

Sadly, memories were usually all I had. Now, though, tracing my fingers gently over the healing wounds on Dennis's stomach and chest, I wondered how many memories I would have to remember and treasure. New ones were forming in every moment, and what's the point of saving up those thoughts so desperately when you're making new ones every moment with someone you fell in love with.

Dennis.

There were so many things we had to deal with, so many things I had to learn and compromise with to be able to help him, to stay with him, but somehow, I made it work. I was determined to make it work. Dennis had tried so hard for me.

He hated the stitches. He insisted that they be taken out because they were uneven, but I forbade him from doing it because he'd bleed out, and the threat of that much of a mess perturbed him enough to not remove them.

As I listened to his heartbeat, my body resting next to his, my head on his chest, I relaxed. It was warm, and his skin was so deliciously comforting to my touch. It made me feel hot and cold and loved all at once. Dennis had become my home, with all of his quirks and mannerisms and OCD and bad habits that he tried so hard to break just for me.

"Sofia." He breathed my name into my hair, brushing it back away from my face. I looked up at him.

"What?"

"Thank you."

I didn't answer him, I didn't need to answer. I slid up against his body and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, holding his hand resting the side of his body. It was a quick kiss, gentle, fleeting and loving. "I love you, Dennis."

Every time I said something like that, I swore I felt every nerve in his body relax. He had been starving, it seemed, so hungry for perfecting everything, and protecting Kevin. Kevin Wendell Crumb, a man who held all these personalities in his body. I'd met Kevin once now, and it was strange. It was his face, his body, but... it wasn't Dennis, and that shook me.

I loved him just the same.

I loved all of Kevin's personalities. I loved Dennis and Barry and Hedwig the most, because they were the closest to me, and Barry loved me when he shared the light with Dennis when we first met.

"I love you, Sofia," he finally replied. He brushed my cheek again, smoothing my hair back, kissing the top of my head. "I, I hope you realize that."

Closing my eyes, I slid my hands around his back, caressing his skin under his immaculate shirt. "I realize that."