Derek

So I've spent the past half hour rehearsing what I'd say to her and what I'd do, but now here I am standing staring in to those beautiful green eyes and all I can think is I love this woman. I love her more than life itself. Hell I would give my life if it meant that she would be eternally happy. The only thing that I need to ask her is about that day, the day she nearly broke my heart.

Ok so I haven't opened my mouth yet and judging by the look of bewilderment on my face I think I should say something. Anything.

"I…eh… wanted to come over to ask you something, can I come in?"

"Yeah sure, I guess"

She walks back slightly to let me enter the hallway and the scent of her fills my nostrils as well as the smell of…wait isn't that my favourite jumper that she's wearing. God it looks so good on her. Maybe this will go to plan because if she's wearing my jumper then she must be thinking about me therefore she must still want me. Am I being too optimistic?

Meredith

"I…eh… wanted to come over to ask you something, can I come in?"

"Yeah sure, I guess"

He's here! He's actually here and not on a date with the scrub nurse. He has come over to my house to ask me something, which is a good thing, right? This means that he wants me to do something for him, like a favour. Or does it just mean that he's here to ask me something that I won't like. Like maybe he wants to ask me to pick a ring for the scrub nurse or something. Ok stop with the rambling and concentrate on what he wants to ask.

"Why didn't you swim that day?" he asks bluntly as I handed him his coffee, which I might add nearly fell at the straightforwardness of his question.

"Oh… eh… right ok…" crap what do I do? Do I answer him truthfully or just tell him what he wants to hear. Okay that's a stupid idea; honesty is the best policy remember. "I did swim and I fought for my life. I fought so hard, but the water was cold and I started to get tired and then I remembered everything bad that had happened recently and I thought 'what's the point?'. And before I realised what was happening it was too late." I answered with a mighty big lump in my throat and an ocean filling my eyes.

He's just staring at me. Ok I always thought that a conversation was suppose to work on the concept that you say something and I reply and then you say something else and so on. Why isn't he answering me? Giving me his opinion.

Shoot he just left.

Derek

"Why didn't you swim that day?" I asked bluntly as she handed me the coffee.

"Oh… eh… right ok…I did swim and I fought for my life. I fought so hard, but the water was cold and I started to get tired and then I remembered everything bad that had happened recently and I thought 'what's the point?'. And before I realised what was happening it was too late."

She did fight but she didn't fight hard enough. All the bad things that had happened made her give up, but what about me? Was I not enough good in her life to make her want to live, to make her want to fight? Obviously not. It's not enough. I'm not enough. I can't breathe. I needed to get out of there, so I just got up and left.

Okay so i know that i just seem to be putting all the chapters up together but i'm really excited about this story because it's my first on this site! plus the suspense is terrible for readers :D Enjoy