A/N: Hello! I wrote this fic like a month ago but I guess I just never thought of posting it... Anyways it's in Meredith's POV I guess... Please R&R! Thank you!
Silence. The scene draws out in the back of your mind. How? Why? The door still wedged open from the wind awakens you. "Stupid door," you hear yourself say realizing how your voice cracks thinking what the door let him do. You suddenly find yourself blaming the door for his leaving after all he was the only thing keeping you sane. Now he was gone. You knew it had to happen, but denial came to you so easily. It was so nice to think that you could keep him yet he had to be the good guy.
You never liked the good guys in movies; they always did stupid things and always passed opportunities up. Bad guys in general were just better. But in life it didn't really matter what you thought. It couldn't make Derek come back. Nothing could make him come back except miracles. But everyone knows miracles only exist in fairytales, and you knew quite well that fairy godmothers wouldn't help a dirty mistress.
"Meredith…did he…um… did he leave?" Izzy asks. You turn around looking into another broken face. It had been three days since Denny lay dead in Izzy's arms; it took you all that time to try and get her out of bed. You realize then how Izzy must feel. Derek might as well be dead since never again could you be with him.
"Ya…he…he left," you stutter brokenly. Izzy nods understandingly. Both of you stand there unsure of what to say. Both broken. It seems pain is attracted to you. Izzy then steps closer putting her arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug.
Tears come to both of your eyes. All you feel is pain. You can't keep telling yourself lies. Derek won't come back, and he's the only one for you. Even that night at the bar when your eyes first connected you knew he was it. You never settled. You thought you'd have no regrets yet you're now sitting on the ground shaking, crying, comforting, and being comforted. Nothing is clear to you. You wonder how you let him get to you. You wonder how you became so stupid so blind.
You're sobbing now while wondering when it'll all end. A voice quiets you down, it's Izzy. "Do you think dying is painful?" she asks. Without waiting for your response she whispers, "Because living's so hard to do."
You can't move your lips, your voice left, but you have nothing to say anyway. Nothing to add. She knows you agree otherwise you would be off at work living and saving lives. Instead you're here falling apart.
A knock on the door makes you get up leaving Izzy to cry alone. Opening the door not carrying that your mascara is smeared down your cheeks or the fact that your eyes are bloodshot, a figure before you takes you breathless. It's him. The one that wasn't suppose to come back. The one that broke you so many times. The one that has you completely in his hands.
"Hi," he fumbles with these words. You repeat the greeting not even trying to form a smile. He looks serious; you have to concentrate on keeping your heart intact while he gazes into your broken blue eyes.
"Meredith…I did it….the papers… they're signed… and I … I signed them…for you… for me… for us," he explains with a voice a little weaker than you're used to. You try to comprehend these terms he's using. You're having the hardest time understanding "papers" and "signed" in the same sentenced.
You tilt your head up seeing that you aren't the only one suffering, and these words falling out of his mouth might just be the truth. Almost automatically you throw your arms around him planting kisses on him. Devouring his face. After all, you never did like good guys.