I Won't Let Go

CHAPTER II


Aloha! Yes, yes, I knew that I mentioned you get to choose the female lead. And well, most of you choose Sara and I think Sara fitted better. =) Right? Please don't kill me for this.

After this chapter, there's one more to go. And it will be the end.

Anyway, this is a tribute to Rascal Flatts songs. I loved their songs and their songs inspired me!

I wanted to do 4 songs. They are What Hurts The Most, I Won't Let Go, Unstoppable and Why. I had finished with What Hurts The Most and it's written in Sara's POV. And as usual, it's GSR with a little twist. Click on my profile to read them if you want to.

I planned one song for Greg and Sara. As I love them too!

Woah, I am nagging again. So sit back and relax! Enjoy this.

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"I can't do it anymore."

5 simple words; and it broke her heart. Her heart was so shattered that she did not know if she had the chance to mend it back. She always thought they could survive anything. She always thought that one day he would propose and ask her to marry him.

She had envisioned a future with him. They would have 2 kids, one girl and one boy and they would open a bed and breakfast off the coast. They would wake up every morning with a huge smile. Their kids would bounce into their room and brings them breakfast.

But she never expected this. Her eyes widen with shock when he told her that. Numbed with shock, she did not ask him why. She just looked at him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry."

His apologies did not help at all. Instead, it made it all worst. Every single guy she went out with ends up apologizing to her.

"My family cannot accept your family background. I'm sorry."

That was Ken Fuller's reason. His family was one of the richest in Harvard and they could not accept someone with a broken family background as their future daughter-in-law. And Ken Fuller was too much of a coward to fight his family. Since that day, she learnt not to share her family history with anyone.

"I never meant to hurt you. When I saw you the first time, I was attracted to you. I just forgot I had a girlfriend. I never want to hurt you or Elaine. I'm sorry."

Hank Peddigrew's reason was feeble and downright idiotic. That day, she drank herself silly with Catherine. She told herself she would not allow any more guys to walk into her heart and take ownership of it.

Laughter emitted from her mouth suddenly. She was laughing at her silliness when she allowed Gil Grissom to own her heart. And he threw it onto the floor and stomped on it.

"Please move out soon."

That was the tipping point. She jumped up from the sofa they had bought together when she first moved in. She attacked him with her fists, pounding hardly on his chest. She kicked his shin violently. She ignored all his yelps of pains. She just wanted to hurt him. She wanted him to feel her pains.

"Are you happy now?" he asked, grabbing hold of her hand to stop her aggressive attacks.

She pulled her hands back. The part where he was holding burned.

"Why, Gil? Why? I thought we are happy." She wanted to fight one last battle. She was not ready to give up.

She encircled her arms around his neck, pulling him down, and crushed her soft lips against his. She closed her eyes, enjoying his soft, luscious lips.

Her eyes fluttered open when he pushed her away harshly.

"Sara. Please make this parting easier."

"I will stay in a hotel tonight," she sighed, feeling defeated.

"And Gil, I love you. I really do." She said, before reaching for the door knob and twisted it open. She took one last look of the surrounding before closing the door.

This was the house she called home for the past 2 years and it hurt to know that no matter how many times she move she will not find a house that she can call home anymore.

xoxo

Sara, where are you. Contact me asap. – Greg.

Sara, something big happened. Contact me asap. – Warrick.

Sara, just reply to our text messages. It's about Grissom. – Nick.

Sara, I will kill you when you are back. Grissom's quitting. – Catherine.

Forget it. He left CSI. – Brass.

Sara threw her cell-phone onto the bed. She ran her hand through her hairs and sighed heavily.

Grissom quitted.

She didn't see that coming. She had taken a few days off and he had approved her leave without any questions. And then he left CSI.

She had yet to find an apartment or went back to Grissom's house to pack her stuffs. She was still hanging on a thin thread of hope that he would call and tell her everything is just a joke.

xoxo

Her fingers ran through his clothes delicately. She missed him. She thought she would see him at home but tough luck. He was not there.

Sara did not know where to start packing. Two year worth of stuffs, it was so difficult to organize them into boxes. It was 2 years full of love, laughter and tears.

Pulling her clothes off the hangers hastily, she stuffed them into her oversized duffel bag. She slammed the wardrobe door harshly. Padding towards the bathroom, she was suddenly attacked by their intimate memories in the bathroom.

His hands roaming around her naked form, and breathing hot breaths near her sensitive neck. The hot water beat down on their bodies gently as he moved into her.

She growled in frustration.

She swept all her skincare products and makeup into the clear plastic bag. She threw her toothbrush into the bin nearby.

Then she saw something that caught her attention.

A few bottles of medicine.

Rivastigmine.

Fluoxetine.

Haloperidol.

Donepezil.

The medicine cocktail meant to curb or slow down the effects of dementia.

"Shit," she cursed.

Memories flashed past her eyes. She remembered his forgetfulness. She remembered him staring at her, lost for words. She remembered sometimes he would take hours to reach home.

"Oh God. Gil. Why?"