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.
