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Still My Derek
She knew it was a mistake when she stopped and glanced back. She should have kept going, should've bolted up the stairs and heaved herself up by grabbing the railing. But instead Jesse hesitated.
Maybe because a part of her knew, even when she shoved the bag into Derek's hands, spun around and ran off, that she wouldn't make it. So instead she came to a stop and turned her head towards the man she loved more than anyone, just to look into his eyes one last time before he pulled the trigger.
She felt the bullet hit home, felt the blood ooze from the wound as she collapsed onto the cold concrete. Derek didn't walk up to her, and she cursed herself for being so stupid as to think that he would. He had already said, "You're not my Jesse," and if that was true then he had no reason to kneel down beside her and cradle her head in his arms, or do any of that sappy love crap that happened in movies.
Jesse's vision became blurred and the pain of the bullet wound began to fade away. She heard, as if from a far greater distance, the rumble of the black Jeep's engine as Derek drove away. She managed a smile before coughing, tasting blood in her mouth.
"But you're still my Derek," she breathed, her eyes flickering closed.