Chapter 75:
August 5, 2026-
Meredith sat silently between her daughters. People continued to come up to them, shaking their hands, hugging them, kissing their foreheads and cheeks, telling them everything would be all right. Celine and Aimee would thank them, but Meredith never said a word. She couldn't. If she did, she would have to accept that this scene wasn't a dream and that it was all actually happening. She didn't want to do that. She just couldn't.
Last night I had a crazy dream
A wish was granted just for me,
It could be for anything
I didn't ask for money
Or a mansion in Malibu
I simply wished, for one more day with you
Meredith knew she should speak at her own husband's funeral. People were a little surprised that she didn't, but she couldn't handle it. Instead, his sister Anna, Preston, Celine, and Aimee all spoke on his behalf. Meredith sat in the front not listening to a single word, her eyes on the sides of the casket, afraid to look inside.
One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you
The past year flashed before her eyes. So many things had happened. The last two months of Derek's life had been hard. After the second surgery, Meredith never left the hospital and no one tired to make her. She just stayed at Derek's side. She let go of everything else. She never performed surgery or drank. The only part left of her was Derek. She'd let everything else disintegrate without caring.
Now, now she had no idea what to do. Now there was nothing left for her. Her entire world was gone. She couldn't walk inside that hospital with her head high anymore or even look at a scalpel. She couldn't perform surgeries that Derek had taught her.
First thing I'd do, is pray for time to crawl
I'd unplug the telephone
Keep the tv off
I'd hold you every second
Say a million I love you's
That's what I'd do.
With one more day with you
The only thing she could do was dream. Dreaming was the only thing that no one could take away from her. That and memories of course. Memories became Meredith's new tequila. She got sick off of them. She would daydream or relive memories for hours, not even noticing the time that was going by.
One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you
She had wishes too. She knew they would never be granted, but she still made them. She wished for Derek to be alive more times that she could remember. She really didn't have anything else to wish for. She didn't know anything else that she could possibly want. Nothing meant the same to her as Derek. Nothing ever had and she knew nothing ever would.
One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you
As the service ended, her daughters led her towards his grave. They had to bury him. That was something she couldn't face. She didn't want to watch the love of her life be lowered into the ground. Not today, not in one hundred years. It was something no one should ever have to do.
But she did, she had to. People said their last words before the grave was closed. Meredith's eyes kept venturing closer to the cherry wood, but she couldn't make herself look inside. She knew she needed to. Otherwise, she'd regret it for years to come.
Finally, at the last minute, she did. She looked inside and saw the shadow of the most amazing man she'd ever laid eyes on. She saw everything she'd been living for for the last twenty years lying in a wooden box. As she looked away, she realized something before her tears ever fell: Not every story has a happy ending.
Leave me wishing still for one more day
Leave me wishing still for one more day
I just wanted to remind you all that I was 13 when i originally wrote this story. I iddn't take into account everything that I possibly should have, but that doesn't mean I deserve any kind of rude comments as to the story's plot line. It wasn't intended to end this way, but sometimes things go differently than you plan. If you had or have an issue with the way I was writing or my characters were acting, then feel willing to not comment and not read my stories anymore. That doesn't mean I don't want readers, it's just that I don't believe anyone has the right to critizise my writing. I write for myself as a stress relief. I don't write for others, but it's an added bonus when others enjoy it. Please just do not leave any rude or condescending comments.
As for all of the people who have hated the way it's ended (which I don't blame you!) but have encouraged me and stuck around hopeful, thank you so much. I hate that you probably read the previous paragraph, but I felt like i had to say something. Thank you so much for reading and for all of your wonderful reviews. I hope you guys continue to read my stories. If this is the only one of mine you've read, I'd suggest you read Delicate. I think it's my best story yet!