Author's Note This is the last chapter to a truly depressing story to write and to read. To everyone, I hope you let me know your thoughts and if I conveyed things properly. I love writing, and write on this site to better my skills for when I split to write completely original stories and not original plots with someone elses characters. Thank you for meriting this story with some amount of good quality. It means a lot.

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Lizzie walked up to the podium at the front of the church when the minister gave her the signal to give her speech. Her eulogy for Casey.

The silence of the church was overpowering, but Lizzie swallowed her gut and stood up straight, eulogy in one hand and the keychain with Casey's smiling, living face in the other.

"Casey wanted me to give this eulogy. I'm not sure I understand why. I'm nearly fifteen, and she's gone. I can barely understand the fact that she is gone, let alone why she wanted it. It was what she wanted, so that must amount for something. Why do something you really don't want to do? That's what she was always doing. What she wanted to do. It didn't matter what anyone else was doing, it didn't matter what anyone thought about what she was doing. Nothing could stand in her way."

Lizzie wiped away the tears in her eyes. "I knew this growing up, and I've done my best always doing and feeling despite what others thought. I did come into roadblocks, as everyone does and she was always there to help me. She never turned me away. In fact, if she knew something was wrong she wouldn't stop bugging me until I gave in and accepted her help."

Lizzie let a smile come across her face. She breathed in deep and continued. "I was even annoyed at her willingness and eagerness to help. I thought, if I wanted help, I'd ask for it, wouldn't I? But I think now, and I see that whether I needed help or not I wouldn't ask. It's obvious that she didn't ask for help after the recent events. Do you know what she did instead of making sure she was okay? Casey helped someone else, before she even thought about herself."

Derek cringed because he knew the very truth of that fact. "What does that say about humanity? What does that say about Casey's true character? Her morals were as high as her level of cleanliness. I hold her in high esteem, despite the fact she died at her own hand. I love her unconditionally, and I want everyone to know that, my mom is right, this is no one's fault. Rest in peace Casey. You deserve every ounce of sleep you get." Derek smiled, it all felt empty, but Lizzie's statement touched him somewhere inside because he felt as though his heart was growing inside of him.

Lizzie stepped down from the podium and the priest gave a few last statements.

They all followed the Canadian color guard that was carrying her casket out the church doors and into the cemetery at the side.

There was a tent up on the hill and a rectangular hole six feet deep. The whole situation was odd to grasp, but the number was even, because even Casey had the ability to die.

Derek's hand did not let go of Emily's because he was afraid that if he let go, he would go, and though he wanted to black out before, he didn't want to anymore.

The casket went down slowly, and the words of those around him were blocked out. They weren't important. One by one the crowd diminished. The family stayed, reluctant to leave. They wanted to get over it, but not yet.

Eventually they all went home. Eventually they all got used to the empty chair in the dining room, and the bedroom that no one slept in.

Even Nora and George eventually got over the fact that Lizzie and Edwin got married to each other when they reached 25. Marti never forgot about Daphne, but learned about Derek's personalities. That was of course learned when she reached 18.

Derek never fell out of love with Casey, but as his personalities jobs disappeared he fell in love with someone who was there with him the whole time.

Emily and Derek's first child was named Casey, in her memory. Their daughter was the very symbol of Casey and her power to inspire. She was the perfect mix of intelligence and charm. The perfect mix of black and white.

Every now and again, Derek would black out for a spell, but his demons of old had been caged. He remembered what happened to him when he was a child, and it was the least bit of pretty, so no one was told of the torture besides his doctor, specialist and of course, himself.

But you get used to sad things in your life, because they help you enjoy the happier moments with an extra dash of enthusiasm and they never let you take anything or anyone for granted.

And every night he tucked his daughter in bed, because he never let her feel unloved.

She would curl up with her light brown skin placed softly on a pillow, her locks of curly hair laying randomly about her face.

Derek bent over and kissed her cheek, and remembered the Casey he only got to kiss good night once before she left this world.

And to both of them, every night, he bid them good night.

"Sweet Dreams Casey."

So that is the end. Wow. Thank you to all who followed the fan-fiction. Definitely not something you will EVER see in the actual show, but that's why it's fan-made. I know it'll never be a theme in LWD, but oh do I love the characters. Just so you all know, I don't support rape, and I DON'T support suicide, okay? But I did have to kill her to convey all the morals that I've seriously littered over the ENTIRE story. I love LOVE love constructive criticism, so say whatever you feel you need to say that would have made this better, as long as you don't say it rudely I'm up for it no matter how old the fan-fiction gets! In fact I love constructive criticism to, really, no end. :D Hope you liked it even though I know some of you were hoping/expecting her to live. Trust me, I was too…but something about writing is that these things tend to write themselves.