Oceans Away, by the Fray. Haha, don't worry I don't always use The Fray, but i sure do like to!

Hours later, the sun began to peak up from behind tall skyscrapers, shining through the small window of the train, into Meredith's eyes. She awoke suddenly, shielding her face from the beautiful rays of the sun on this gorgeous Seattle morning. "We have a beautiful day, today," Preston commented as he watched Meredith poke her head up. Turning her body toward him and leaning her head against the window, blocking the sun for the both of them, she smiled, "Yes, it is indeed." As the train began screeching to a stop, many people began to stand, stretching at first before proceeding to grab their luggage and exiting the train. "This is our stop," he said, smiling at Meredith."

"Yes, indeed it is." She smiled again.

Leaving the station, Burke had offered to take Meredith's bags for her. Declining politely, she explained to Burke that she had places to go, and things to do. "Well, do you need a place to stay at least? I have a wonderful apartment."

Figure since I'm so far gone,
oceans away,
I can lay my sabre down today

"No thank you," Meredith began. Her smile no longer showed as her mind drifted back to the love of her life, "I already have a place to stay." With that, she turned around, exiting the station. She felt pathetic; every thought, every second of her day she devoted to Derek, even now, after they were no longer together. She didn't feel like talking, smiling, communicating with anyone or anything right now. Hell, she didn't even care if she had never spoke to anyone again. She knew that she would have to son however, whether it be her mom, the chief, or even just a cab driver. She did have to give him dirrections after all. She pulled her two well weighing bags slowly, as she drug her feet like she did only hours before. Train Stations had quickly become her least favorite thing in the world - besides Addison's house. Not even Addison. She would not, could not say she hated Addie. She was her isister/i. Tears poured down her cheeks again, she didn't want to hate Addison or Derek. Not now, not ever.

I miss the words I love the words you did not say
I miss the kiss you never gave away
There goes the sun, oceans away

Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to get past Derek, get past all those years that they had spent together, and meet someone new. She could meet someone new, get married, settle down. Then maybe she could go back and visit her two favorite people in the world, without any hatred or hard feelings. They would probably be together by then anyways. . . What? What in the world was she thinking? Be iok/i without Derek? Her minset completely changed, now hating Addison, and what she did to their relationship. She had taken advantage of him, end of story. Right?

Meredith stopped, thinking for a moment, the wheels on her luggage squeaking under the weight of the enormous bags. She couldn't even remember the last time he said he loved her. Had he ever said he loved her? He hadn't. . . she had said it so many times before, and he not once. She remembered at first, he confessed to not being ready to say that he loved her. But, after their first night together in bed, she thought he changed. When she said 'I love you Derek', he had sain 'You too.' She only figured that meant 'I love you too,' but he never actually said it. And now, recalling back, she remembered that everytime that she said I love you, he would respond with something like that: 'you too', or 'ditto'. Sometimes she found that he had changed the subject when she brought up love.

And days die young when you're gone and you're gone
There goes the sun, oceans away
And leaves the day for someone else
Honestly I thought that we could make it all the way,
Barefoot on beaches dancing against the gray

Meredith's shoulders heaved lightly under her large white coat, and blue scarf as she cried silently. She didn't know what had caused Derek to sleep Addison, but she was truly afrain to know. After eight years, she thought that her and Derek were going to truly make it all the way. But now, she discovered that she was wrong. He was her home, her religion, her reason for living; now she was homeless, hopeless, and dead. Her heart was gone, Derek had refused to return it to her, and her mind was given to him as well. Her life had flipped upside down in a matter of minutes.

But now, now it was time to move on. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Meredith began again, walking towards the street. Quickly picking up a cab, she drove straight to her mothers home. Upon arriving, she tipped the driver as he helped her take her bags out of the trunk. Knowiign that her mother would probably be at the hospital rather than at home, she let herself in. Little memories filled her head as she stepped into a familiar threshhold, with the same familiar scent lingering in the air. It had been years since she had been in the house, but the smell was fresh in her mind.

But stone by stone the castle crumbled to the ground,
I stood and stared as you started to fall into the waves.
There goes the sun, oceans away
And days die young when you're gone and you're gone
There goes the sun, oceans away
And leaves the day for someone else
Here's to the man of your dreams

Slowly but surely, she pulled both of her suitcases up those same wooden stairs, and straight into her old bedroom. There was dust everywhere ((not only in her room, but all over the house)), and it seemed as though her room hadn't been touched since she left. Her same bed, sheets, pillows, pictures, games, and trophies from previous experiences were in perfect position, as if never moved from their rightful place. The house was dank, and now filled with the smell of mildew as her nose adjusted. Looking around, she noticed may cobwebs, and even a pair of dirty socks that she had forgotten when she moved to Boston with her father.

She left, downstair and into the kitchen, browsing through the pantry and fridge. She found some cheez-its, her favorite snack again and decided her mother wouldn't mind if she had a bite. Taking a handful of chips out ((eating was her favorite comfort)), she shoved them all into her mouth, instantly spitting them back out onto the floor. "Uck!" was all that she could manage. she took a glass out of the cuboard quickly, and filled it with the sink water. She drank it down before she even knew it, then glanced back at the box. iexp. Sept. 19, 1990/i.

"1990! Mom really must never be home nowadays. She can't even keep her pantry in check." She told herself, sarcastically. Glancing around the kitchen, she approached the telephone, her jaw dropping as she saw that her mother had well over 400 unheard messages.

I take it all in a box and make my way down to the shore,
Throw it in and begin to leave it to the waves
Leave it to the waves
Leave it to the, leave it to the, leave it to the waves

Meredith left back up to her room, unzipping both of her bags. She thought that she could make herself at home, maybe cleaning up a bit for her mother while she was out saving lives. It was the least she could do for showing up unnanounced, and expecting her to let her stay for awhile, maybe even live with her again. She pulled out her clothes out of the first bag, laying them down on the bed. The first 95 pound bag was now empty. She dreaded opening her second, that one more like 150 pounds, and most likely the one she dropped on her toe, which by the way, still hurt. She stalled briefly, and taking a deep sigh, decided that it was her fault for taking it. Opening it revealed evry single last note, picture, scent, and sweet memory that Meredith held on to Derek with. Browsing through only a few pictures, and smelling the bag, which smelled stongly of the cologne he wore everyday since she met him, she wiped more than one tear from her eyes, remembering the promise she made to herself earlier that day as she rode to her mothers house. She would let Derek go, move on, and try never to thin of him again. She new the last part would be impossible, and considered the first part as well. Zipping the bag back up, Meredith rushed downstairs and found ducktape. With this, she proceeded to wrap the bag up as tight as she could, hoping never to look at it again. She opened the attic up, placing it in the ffurthest corner away from the door. It was time for her new life.

Ok there we go! Another update soon