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This update borrows heavily from Stephenie Meyer's New Moon. Basically I just added different characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

I do not own Grey's or Twilight. I do however own both Twilight movies, all four books, advance tickets to Eclipse and Seasons 1-4 of Grey's.

Book One, Part One - Nothing

15 years ago…

"Come for a walk with me." He softly demanded, extending his hand out to me.

I took it immediately, concerned with his detached demeanor and the crooked smile that did not reach his eyes.

We walked through the wooded forest that surrounded my house, staying silent. I wanted desperately to say something, anything to make him reassure me.

"Say something." I pleaded with him, bringing myself and him, to a looked at me, his eyes vacant of emotion.

"Meredith, we're leaving." He said brain reeled as I fought to understand the implication of that statement.

"Wha…why now? I mean, I know it's been hard since your dad died, but another few months and we will have graduated and…"

I stopped as finally my brain caught up with what he wasn't saying.

"When you say we…' I whispered.

"I mean, me and my family." Each word separate and distinct.

I shook my head back and forth in denial. He waited without a sign of impatience.

It took a few minutes before I could speak.

"Okay, I'll come with you."

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm no good for you, Meredith."

"What…no. No! You promised! You said you would never leave me! You said you loved me!"

"Meredith, I don't want you to come with me." He said, taking a deep breath and staring, unseeingly, at the ground for a long moment. His mouth twisted the tiniest bit. When he finally looked up, his eyes were different, harder.

"You…don't…want…me?" I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order.

"No."

I stared, uncomprehending, into his eyes.

He stared back without apology. His eyes were like sapphires, hard and clear and very deep. I felt like I could see into them for miles and miles, yet nowhere in their bottomless depths could I see a contradiction to the word he'd spoken.

"Well, that changes things." I was surprised by how calm and reasonable my voice sounded. It must be because I was so numb.

"Of course, I will always love you…in a way. I am just tired of pretending to be someone I'm not. I've let this go on for too long, and for that I am sorry."

"Don't." My voice was just a whisper now; awareness was beginning to seep through me, trickling like acid through my veins. "Don't do this."

He just stared at me, and I could see from his eyes that my words were far too late. He already had.

"You're not good for me, Meredith." He turned his earlier words around, and so I had no argument. How well I knew that I wasn't good enough for him.

I opened my mouth to say something, and then closed it again.

He waited patiently, his face wiped clean of all emotion.

I tried again.

"If…that's what you want."He nodded whole body went numb. I couldn't feel anything below the neck.

"I would like to ask one favor, though, if that's not too much." He said.

I wondered what he saw on my face, because something flickered across his own face in response. But, before, I could identify it, he'd composed his features into the same serene mask.

"Anything." I vowed, my voice faint and as I watched, his frozen eyes melted. The sapphire became liquid, molten, burning down into mine with an intensity that was overwhelming.

"Don't do anything reckless, or stupid," he ordered, no longer detached. "Do you understand what I am saying?"

I nodded and his eyes cooled, the distance returned.

"I am thinking of Thatcher, of course. He needs you. Take care of yourself, for him."

"I will."

He seemed to relax just a little.

"And I will make a promise in return. I promise that this will be the last time you'll see me. I won't come back. I won't put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I never existed."

My knees started shaking, my blood was pounding faster than normal behind my ears.

His voice sounded farther smiled gently.

"Don't worry. You will move on, forget about me in time."

"And you?" I asked, my voice strangled.

"I will do the same. I am very easily distracted." He took a step away from me. "That's everything, I suppose. We won't bother you again."

The plural caught my attention.

"Amber isn't coming back." She had been out of school for a few days and she hadn't return my calls.

He shook his head slowly."No. They are all gone. I stayed behind to tell you goodbye."

"Amber is gone?" My voice was blank with disbelief.

"She wanted to say goodbye, but I convinced her a clean break would be good for you."

I tried to breathe normally. I needed to concentrate, to find a way out of this nightmare.

"Goodbye, Meredith." he said in the same quiet, peaceful voice.

"Wait!" I choked out the word, reaching for him.

I thought he was reaching for me too. But his hands locked around my wrists and pinned them to my sides. He leaned down, and pressed his lips very lightly to my forehead for the briefest instant.

My eyes closed.

"Take care of yourself," he breathed, his breath warm against my skin.

I felt the warm leave and when I opened eyes…He was gone.

I tried to follow him, willing my deadened legs to move and I stumbled through the wooded area of my vast backyard after him…but to no avail. I had to find him. If I stopped looking for him, it was , life, meaning…over.

I walked and walked. For what seemed like hours. I began to feel frantic as I realized I didn't know where I was, or how to get home. It wouldn't feel like home without him. He was my reason for everything. At eighteen, I knew he was my soul mate. The one I was destined to be with. As I looked around, at the cold, empty, dark forest, it hit me.

He didn't feel the same way.

I tripped over something and I stayed down, curled up into a ball, willing for death to come upon me.

I laid there for hours, shivering, but I didn't feel the cold, my stomach rumbled, but I didn't feel the hunger, my bones ached, but I didn't feel the pain.

I was empty.

I was unloved.

I was nothing.

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