AN: This came to me as I was reading Whiskey Lullaby by xMcSwarekDreamer. You should go read that. But it inspired me to write my own version. I'm sorry for writing something so sad, but it wouldn't leave me alone. As always, apologies in advance for any mistakes.

WARNING: Character Death. You will need a tissue.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue or "Whiskey Lullaby" by Brad Praisley

He could remember the day as if it were only yesterday. The memory almost brought him to his knees.

It was their wedding. Andy had been beautiful, stunning in her ivory gown. Not an eye in the room was dry during the service. And out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sam standing in the corner, face emotionless, as he turned and walked out of the church.

Andy had searched for him the entire reception. And he could tell even when she smiled, she didn't mean it.

In the weeks past, they saw less and less of Sam. He left 15th division. He could be found every night at the Penny, sitting at the bar. He would always have a grim smirk on his face and a bottle of whiskey beside him. But it never seemed to be enough.

Everyone watched, little by little, as he drank away her memory.

Exactly two months after the wedding, Sam disappeared. Oliver was sent to go check on him, but returned with disturbing news. He had found Sam face down on the bed, a note that said:

'I'll love her 'til I die.'

An empty bottle a whiskey lay by his hand.

There was a funeral only days later. The entire division showed up.

He stood next to Andy. She stood tall in her uniform even as tears streamed down her face. She winced as they fired off the rounds.

He saw less and less of her. Rumors flew. Nobody knew how much she blamed herself. She spent every day in the Penny, emotionless, with a bottle of whiskey at her side. Every night she came home, the smell of alcohol on her breath.

It was one night. He had only spent one night at the office.

The next day he found her face down on their bed, a picture of Sam in her grip, an empty whiskey bottle lay by her hand.

Luke stood looking down at the two graves regretfully. He could have stopped this. He could have saved their lives. If only he let her go. Instead, he kept them apart, forcing this. And he would have to live with the guilt forever.

Samuel Swarek Andrea McNally

Beloved son, Beloved daughter

friend, and cop friend, and cop

I'm depressed now, but I would still like you to tell me what you think.