This is a little more depressing than my usual fics but that's just how I feel right now. Enjoy!

This is pre-season 7. Emily is still "dead"

Pairings: Morgan/Emily

Warning: characters death

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She couldn't stay there

in France

it was just to far,

to far from her family

even if the couldn't see her

she could still see them.

They mourned

all of them,

for a time

but the moved on.

They let her go,

well, mostly.

Derek Morgan,

he couldn't let her go.

Not now

or ever.

He loved her

and she loved him the same.

She watched him

from the shadows,

oh, how she longed to let him see her.

To be able to feel his arms around her,

comfort her,

keep her safe.

Not a day went by without her wanting to do this.

Not a minute

but she didn't,

she couldn't.

Until one day,

it was dark,

the sun never shone on him that day

nor her.

He was darker.

He didn't try to keep going.

He had given up hope.

It was the day he saw her,

from across the road.

His eyes were so black

and empty

and he just walked away

thinking it was a trick of the mind.

She knew she had to leave again.

He couldn't see her,

even if he didn't believe it was her.

That night she fell to her bed

not wanting it to be tomorrow,

yet not wanting to carry on today.

She closed her eyes to the world,

it was too hard.

The next morning she left

left it all to start again

but not before seeing her love

one last time.

At his house though,

what she found filled her with dread.

Noise, so much noise

and lights

continuously flashing.

People carrying out a body

hidden under a white sheet.

She heard them talk,

"shot himself with his own gun,

fed apparently."

No.

It couldn't be him

but she knew it had to be.

He wouldn't've done it

if he knew.

It was her fault.

Numb, she walked back.

To her home

which wasn't one.

Home was with him

and she knew it.

Home would be with him.

She thought this as she pulled out her own gun,

gripping it tightly

she pulled the trigger.

Wondering,

how many people died twice.