Just something I wrote after watching 2X03. Truely made me realize how much I hate Addison.
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Derek sat in the back of the church. He could have taken the spot reserved for him in the front pew, but that, he figured, was for the people who cared.
He didn't care. Meredith cared more than he did. Meredith was the one with tears slowly cascading down her cheeks. He didn't know why… Addison had always been horrible to her. Maybe it was a woman thing. Maybe they felt they had to cry. But he didn't.
He had no remorse. As the preacher asked the congregation to follow him in prayer, he didn't stand. He didn't close his eyes, and he didn't pray.
Meredith prayed. That was what made her amazing. Even though Addison had put her through hell, she still prayed at her funeral. He supposed it was the right thing to do, pray at his ex wife's funeral. But he couldn't. Couldn't bring himself to stand, couldn't bring himself to even cry.
Crying would have been the proper thing to do. As they quietly filed out of the church and into the graveyard, everyone was asking for tissues. Meredith slipped her arm through his, to comfort him, but he didn't need comforting. If anything he should have been comforting Meredith.
They lowered her casket into the ground, and everyone went up and tossed a white rose into the grave hole. Derek gave his to Meredith, and she tossed them both in. He wished she hadn't of. He wished she had thrown them on the ground and crushed them until they were just a mess of green and white. But Meredith wouldn't do that. He would, but she wouldn't.
Dirt covered the casket, and Addison's mother sobbed. Derek didn't. Meredith did, and Izzie did, and George did. Everyone sobbed. But Derek didn't. As the dirt was patted down flat, Meredith turned to him, crying softly into his chest. He stroked her hair, and told her it was okay. It was okay. Addison was gone.
Everyone left the gravesite, but Derek and Meredith stayed. He didn't know why but he wanted to be the last to leave. He wanted to do something that would show Addison he didn't care. That even her death wouldn't get the attention she wanted from him.
He stood on top of the fresh mound and pulled Meredith close to him. He kept his hands on her hips, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked up at him, and he kissed her, tasting the salt from her tears on her lips. He kissed her with enough passion to make her lose herself in the moment.
They walked away from her grave, both of them knowing they would never come back.