Because you kill me.

You know you do, you kill me well.

You never stop until my final breath is gone.

-

"Forgive me!" he screamed through the parking lot.

"No!" she yelled back, ignoring his continuous pursuing.

"Meredith…please," he yelled, the rain drenching his heartbroken face.

"No. Go away."

But he refused and grabbed her arm, pulling her to his chest.

"I promised you I wouldn't let you go," he whispered, his warm breath coming down on her face, making her remember being with him again.

"And I promised you that I would forgive you for everything you did, no matter how horrible it was..." she said, quietly, looking him directly in the eye, not once breaking their intense stare. "Promises are meant to be broken Derek," she told him, the rain soaking her clothes.

"Not all," he responded.

This was when she noticed how close they really were. Her hands were against his chest, pushing against his wet shirt. His hands gripped both of her arms, pulling her towards him. The rain was coming down a lot harder now, but both of them really hadn't noticed it.

"This one…is," she finally responded.

-

Hey there.

I know it's hard to feel.

Like I don't care at all.

Where you are and how you feel.

-

There was something about thunderstorms that Meredith absolutely hated.

She didn't know what it was, but ever since the third grade, she had hated thunderstorms. She hadn't told anybody what actually happened that one day in late April. She kept her feelings to herself, not letting the pain get to her.

Now, Meredith was curled up on her couch, her knees to her chest, her shirt still wet from the rain. She didn't have a blanket around her. The only thing that was keeping her slightly warm was the pillow she clutched to her chest. Her jaws were chattering from the coldness of her house, but most of all, just fear.

To make matters even worse, the power went off and everything was in perfect blackness.

She didn't even notice when the door burst open and Derek walked in.

He could barely make out her tiny figure on the couch as he ran over to her, immediately taking her in his arms.

He held her close to his warm body. He rocked her back and forth, making her feel safe in his muscular arms.

"My dad d-died in a car a-accident during a thunderstorm when I was in the third grade," she sobbed against his chest. She didn't really know why she told him that, but somehow, it made her feel safer.

He looked her in the eye, not saying a word.

All he did was pull her even closer to his chest. He stroked her hair lightly, his hand now traveling down her back.

And she didn't regret telling him before that she was terrified of thunderstorms.

Not once.

-

If I could find you now things would get better.

We could leave this town and run forever.

Let your waves crash down on me and take me away.

-

"Tell me the truth," he urged.

"You…you…" she couldn't quite get the words out as she stared at him, standing on the doorstep of his trailer.

"You make me feel safe," she whispered, rain coming down on his small roof.

"I do?" he questioned. But the look on his face gave it away that he already knew the answer.

"Yeah…" she said, looking to the side, not wanting to meet his eyes.

He stepped out onto his porch with her, running his hand through her wet hair, looking into her blue-gray eyes, now that he noticed it, they were almost silver.

He kissed her neck lightly. "I'll take that as a compliment," he whispered against her ear.

She giggled lightly as he pulled her to him now, his arms comforting in all the right ways.

"How do I make you feel safe?" he asked.

"By the way you look at me," she smiled.

"And how do I look at you?" he pushed, giving her an intense stare, a wide grin on his face.

"Just like that."

-

There's a piece of you that's here with me.

It's everywhere I go. It's everything I see.

When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by.

I can make believe you're here tonight.

-

He stroked her face lightly as she slept. He wanted to wake her up and tell her that he loved her. But he was going to wait until she opened her eyes to tell her that.

He wanted to give her at least a little surprise.

So he lied there, stroking her face in the darkness until finally, she opened her eyes weakly, smiling.

"Hey…" she whispered.

"Good morning beautiful," he smiled, trying to act like he had been asleep too. He yawned and put an arm over her waist.

His hand rested on her face now.

They stared into each other's eyes just enjoying each other's company. They didn't need to speak to know what the other was feeling, even though it sounded so good once they said it. He hadn't actually said it to her face yet, and he wasn't going to take another second to stop him from telling her.

"Meredith, I love you," he said.

Her eyes bolted open and he smiled.

He thought it was the best way to start off once more.

-

Spare me just three last words.

"I love you," was all she heard.

And I'll wait for you.

-

Yeah. I was bored again. And the homework, just…wasn't really working for me…

So I'll just let the story rest there. Now that all of these stories and drabbles have been coming I might, just might start to have a writer's block. But I think I'll do one…some…time. Maybe this week if you're lucky. ;-) But after that, I don't know what I'll be doing. Maybe singing to myself. Hmm. That sounds decent enough.

Anyways, review, and maybe give ideas for upcoming drabbles… :-D

-And she will be loved. (Man, I've had that song on repeat for daayyyss.)