A/N: Right, so... this is morbidly depressing, but I just had to write it. I know it's short, but it's necessary. What's that saying? "It's not the quantity, but the quality," or something like that. Anyways, I hope I'm able to convey to you her misery. It's about Casey. And she's lost Derek.
There's not going to be another chapter. This is a pure oneshot.
Nothing really needs to be explained as to what happened in regards to Derek. This is about her misery.
I hope you guys like it. Please review. I really want to know what you think. Like it or not -- I care about your opinion. Constructive criticism is taken with great consideration.
Thanks,
Shannon
It hurt.
It hurt so much she couldn't breathe.
She had never felt this emptiness before. Sure, there had been times, after a fight, but never like this. This horrible, utter, loneliness; so defined, so undeniable.
She was tired of holding it back. Of holding back everything she's felt in the past three months. He was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. But the feeling had just sunk in, had just made itself comfortable in her heart. She finally let the tears out. The sobs racked her body, and yet no sound came out. Her breaths were quick and painful, short and unquestionable. Her face was that of someone truly hurting, someone who had lost much in her life and had finally come to terms with it.
Her chest hurt from the heaving, but she couldn't stop. Her sides shook from the intensity of her emotions. Her heart was breaking over and over again, ripping itself up into an irreparable mess. She didn't care that her eyes would be swollen in the morning, or that her voice would be hoarse and unintelligible for the next couple days. She couldn't even think that far ahead now. All that she could think of was the present, and the present didn't have him.
It didn't have that irresistible charm, that cocky smirk. Those warm, brown eyes and soft hair. It didn't have the wit, the heart, the confidence. It didn't have Derek.
The thought of his name made it worse. The thought that she could never be with him again reverberated in her mind, taunting her, torturing her. The irrefutable fact that she was alone and she would never be the same again.
The resounding feeling of indisputable solitude echoed relentlessly, seemingly neverending.
Her cries were not going to heal her, as so many people would claim. They weren't going to save her from her misery. All they could do was reveal to her that she still lives, that she could still feel pain, despite her constant state of numbness.
The emptiness had consumed her until there was nothing left but a memory.
