Hi everyone!

This is my first ever fanfiction. The story is set right somewhere between Season 7 and 8. Meredith and Derek have lost Zola. Derek has been living away since three weeks. George, Izzie and Lexie are around. Hope you will like it! :) Looking forward to your comments and suggestions.

It's been three weeks. Three weeks since I held the baby, which I had considered mine since the first sight I had of her. Three weeks since life felt right and I had the energy to move ahead in life. Three weeks since I last had a dream, since I could sleep. Three weeks since I last breathed. Three weeks since I smiled, laughed or felt alive. Three weeks since you have been away from me, home. Three days since I have been so far away from myself...

We had always been us, you and me and now you are standing next to me in the scrub room. We both scrap away from our hands the remnants of the surgery we just performed. I look at you from the corner of my eyes, because I don't have the strength to look into your eyes anymore. I can't bear the hatred, the pain I caused you, the rejection, I anticipate from you, anymore. You move out of the scrub room with rushing footsteps. Maybe, even my presence is starting to haunt the peace out of your life. I can't do this anymore, Derek. I can't pretend to just exist anymore.