Last Chapter guys, thanks for reading!!

Years passed by, but it seemed like only days to Derek Shephard. A new look had come upon him today, this one more gloom and bleak than what he usually wore. The sky was now filled with protruding, foreboding lavender clouds; how appropiate. There was a breeze that had picked up, making almost everyone who stood in groups shiver, huddling even closer together. He, on the other hand, stood alone. Nothing mattered at the moment, absolutely nothing at all. Only one thing could bring a smile to his solemn face, and that was his dear sweet Meredith, but that was impossible now. As the cold, emotionless drops of cold water began to pour down, almost instantly on everyone's heads, lavender umbrella's were raised -- in her honor. Everyone had pulled one out, or shared one with another except for Derek, he stood solemly. Almost no emotion seemed to be pulled out of Derek's face as he stared at the coffin of who used to be his "best friend." Even though she could not be there with him now, she would always hold that title within his heart. He looked up for a moment to look at a certain person across from him: Ryan, Meredith's husband. He didn't know one person other than himself standing around the large coffin --not one person except for Ryan that he could call by name. Derek stared at the man who was tall, standing up perfectly straigh, with a calm, cool and collected appearence. Like him, emotion did not show.

At her funeral, Ryan asked Meredith's favorite preacher to speak for them. "Meredith Dawson was a loving wife, and a devoted surgeon. . ." He began, but Derek's mind was elsewhere. He was sitting there, just sitting there as though he didn't even care fore her, but he couldn't cry. Not because of his pride or anything like that, but simply because he couldn't register that she was gone. In Derek's world, Meredith was still there, srill standing next to him, still holding his hand. He was brought to the real world when he looked up at Reverend Schaffer, who was now flipping through a small book. "Tonight, we also look back upon those treasurable high school years. This is a diary that she kept to herself, and I would like to share a few small passages with all of you." He read a few pages, Derek remembering every event that was written on paper. He couldn't help but smile at the wonderful memories that he had with his best friend. His smile remained until her last page, it then began to slowly fade away. This was something he had never heard before: "And as I stare at him," he began, reading Meredith's words word for word, "I keep wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I wanna tell him, i want him to know that i don't wanna be just friends, i love him but i'm just too shy, and i don't know why. i wish he would tell me he loved me." He finished, closing the diary. i'I wish I did too,'/i he thought to himself as everything hit him like a rock. Meredith was gone, his Meredith that he loved so much, his Meredith that loved him back was gone, she was gone forever. His once strong posture was suddenly brought down by a light breeze as his knees hit the floor and he began to cry, cry for her, cry for him, and cry for them.