Casey did want to die, until the last second, and Sam wouldn't listen to her plea for life as his rage he built up killed her. Derek still didn't want to believe it, but after rereading Casey's thoughts and opinions in her journals, what seemed like the millionth time, he had to realize it was true. Ten years had passed by, and Casey's death felt like yesterday. Derek had decided at Casey's funeral that he would never have children, and it was really hard to find a committed woman when the guy didn't want kids.

He used enough of them though, trying to push away Casey's smiling face from his mind, but afterwards always wanting to sob away his guilt. Soon he decided to go to the next best thing to Casey, Emily. Emily was always there, and she was the closet thing to Casey that he knew of. But sometimes the guilt outweighed the comfort, and Derek knew that his family knew that the whole marriage was a sham. It was worse to the fact that Emily was oblivious to any of it.

After all the admiration for the suave Derek Venturi, maybe she was blind sided by her pent up love. She always clung to him in crowded areas, afraid that he would leave her standing alone. He would always then force a smile down to her. And after they were done having intercourse, and that's all it was, because there was no love in what he was making. At the end he would always cry Casey's name out in his head. It drove him mad, and the only place he remained hi sanctity was his dreams. She always told him that she was waiting for him on the other side.

And Derek couldn't wait any longer to be with her. So on the night Emily was going to help her mother pick out new paint for their den. Derek was going to be left alone in the house with his twelve gauge. He would soon be at his lover's side.

She put him out, like the burning end of a midnight cigarette, she broke his heart. He spent his whole life trying to forget her. He finally drank his pain away a little at a time, but he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind until the night.

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger, finally drank away her memory. Life is short, but this time it was bigger, than the strength he had to get up off his knees. We found him with his face down in the pillow, with a note that said, "I'll love her til I die." And when we buried him beneath the willow the angel sang a whiskey lullaby.

Emily knew the rumors that escalated around her and Derek. At first they were easy to ignore, but soon the hurt and the facts made it seem to be true. Derek could never stand looking at her for long periods of time, and besides the time when they first started dating Emily couldn't remember the last time Derek told her that he loved her. She loved him, and maybe in time he would feel it for her.

Then the night she went home to find her beloved dead on the floor. And he was clutching a note telling her the rumors weren't just gossip. Emily's heart turned to stone as it hit the pit of her stomach. The only salvation for her loneliness for the last twenty years was dead? What now? What was she supposed to do? Every event flashed before her eyes, and without completely thinking she wrenched the gun away from her husband's lifeless hands, and ended the dwell of her questions. Her hand landed on her stomach, as a slight kick hit her belly, and it weakened and stopped along with her heart.

The rumors flew, but no one knew how much she blamed herself. For years and years, she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath. She finally drank her pain away a little at a time, but she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind, until the night. She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger finally drank away her memory, life is short, but this time it was bigger than the strength she had to get up off her knees. We found her with her face down in the pillow, clinging to his picture for dear life, we laid her next to him beneath the willow as the angels sang a whiskey lullaby.