Friday, 18 September 2009

Derek: -You almost died today.
Meredith: -Yeah. I almost died today. (they look at each other for a bit, he turns to leave) I can't... I can't remember our last kiss. All I could think about was I'm going to die today and I can't remember our last kiss. Which is pathetic, but the last time we were together and happy I want to be able to remember that. And I can't Derek. I can't remember.
Derek: -I'm glad you didn't die today. (goes to leave but turns around) It was a Thursday morning. You were wearing that ratty little Dartmouth t-shirt you look so good in. The one with the hole in the back of the neck. You'd just washed your hair and you smelled like some kind of flower. I was running late for surgery. You said you were gonna see me later and you leaned to me, you put your hand on my chest and you kissed me. Soft. Was quick, kinda like a habit. You know, like we'd do it every day for the rest of our lives. You went back to reading the newspaper and I went to work. That was the last time we kissed.
Meredith (beat): -Lavender. My hair smelled like lavender from myconditioner.
Derek: Lavender. Huh.

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